[Sluttification, Roboticization, Identity Death]

Humans dream of reaching the stars. To reach the great beyond, where they might find alien life. So what happened when the alien life found them?

Nobody could've really expected their first extraterrestrial contact to be from a strange cross-universal Corporation, who had already purchased their entire planet like it was nothing more than a pebble in their backyard. Which meant that the entire Earth, and everything that lived on it, belonged to this alien corporation from that point onward.

Of course there were plenty that tried to fight back or otherwise prove that they didn't deserve to be owned. But that's the funny thing about extraterrestrial life. They don't care what you think. If they did, they wouldn't have bought you.

In the blink of the galaxy's eye, over the course of barely a day, most of Humanity was put through domestication. All thanks to the powerful alien soldiers that dropped to the surface and rounded them up, using weaponry that was both nonlethal and highly effective. Leaving barely any stones unturned.

And what did they do, once they had captured Humanity and brought them to special centers designed to house millions upon millions of their kind? Why, they began to process them. Their bodies were far too fragile for interstellar travel, and there were many things that they could be used for. So they were put through a dedicated process, intended to free them from their fragile bodies. Fragile bodies that were then replaced with metallic hulks, all of them much more exaggeratedly feminine than even the most popular sex symbol.

Because that was all that they were going to be used for, from now on. As eye-candy for the alien life that had decided to buy them. And to rub it all in that much further, their bodies were not just mechanical. No, they were also themed after the various media that the humans consumed.

So many pop culture characters, twisted into hulking mountains of metal that were good for nothing but showing off. That was what Earth and its populace was reduced to. Nothing more than 'living and breathing' dolls for the wider universe to look at. Especially once they were decked out in all sorts of brands...

Humanity had essentially been turned into a race of metallic women that were decked out in painted-on outfits that did absolutely nothing to hide their intimate areas, as well as literal walking billboards given the brands that decorated them. None of which came close to being recognizable, because those brands weren't for Humanity to enjoy.

Indeed. As their planet was repurposed into a massive factory to ensure that the corporation had everything that it needed, Humanity would serve as their advertisement...

And little by little, more and more of this altered Humanity lost itself to the repetitive cycle that it fell into...

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"Recharge complete. Another day it is."

How long had it been since she had been put into this body? It was hard to tell. Much like it was hard to tell that she was actually meant to be Human, given the metallic sheen of her body. Especially as she passed by the mirror...

Whoever she had been before was irrelevant, at least according to whoever had given her this makeover. Her blue body, at least the parts of her body that weren't decked out in a ton of decals from this and that manufacturer or sponsor or whatever, had the kind of stylization that made her look like... Chun-Li, was it? That was the impressive martial artist that the Humans cultivated a wonderful image of...

There she went again. Thinking of Humanity as something separate from her. It had been a slow and steady experience, feeling her mind gradually start to disassociate. Then again, she didn't have much of a mind. Her processes controlled most of her, which meant that independent and introspective thoughts like these were incredibly rare.

"You have a job to do." Chun-Li said. Even if her mouth didn't move. In fact, her mouth couldn't possibly move. Because it was merely painted on. The actual sound came from a speaker cleverly hidden in her throat-compartment, allowing her to mimic the voice of Chun-Li, and allowing her inner processes to communicate with her when she was going against her programming.

At first, she hated the experience. But at this point, she didn't have much ability to fight back against. She didn't initially either, but at least she was able to put up a token effort to resist.

Of course Chun-Li would want to resist. She was Human. Human Nature didn't allow itself to be ruled, at least not without proper compensation. So she fought back. Even though her body was made for sex. What with those bed-shattering metallic thighs, those massive tits that were three times as big as her head... And the strong frame that would've otherwise helped her, if she had any semblance of control.

But the moment that she ended up in this body, the moment her name and identity was taken away from her and she was forced to simply follow orders because that was what she was made for, she couldn't do anything to stop it. All she could do was simply watch. And obey. That was all the autonomy she had, outside of thinking like this.

Which was why she couldn't look at herself in the mirror for long. Her body automatically started walking out of the door... No, calling it a door was generous. It was nothing more than a gateway.

Chun-Li and her fellow 'Humans' didn't have anything to call their Home any longer. They had recharge stations, separated from the cities that they were deployed in through a sixth-dimensional gateway that kept them trapped in their stations if they didn't need to be used. They barely even knew where they ended up half of the time, only that they had orders to depart and find their proper stations. That was all they ever got to know...

Even now, as she walked out of that gateway and ended up in another city somewhere across the stars, she didn't really register where she was. Nor did she register who the people around her were. She just registered that she had a job to do. A mission to fulfill.

So she walked down the street. Letting the neon lights hang over head, as she could feel the piercing and lecherous stares from the many different people. Most of them were probably not aware that Humans were even a thing. Especially after how they had been changed like she had.

The only thing they saw was Chun-Li. And even then, they didn't really know who she was. Neither did Chun-Li for that matter. She never really engaged with her property when she was still Human. All she knew was the basics. But that was fine.

She was just eye-candy. Towering over several of the different extraterrestrial life forms that walked alongside her or moved past her. All while simply focusing on what she was meant to do.

"Nice ass, shiny!"

The sound of her metal ass wobbling reverberated through the air. She had been spanked. The culprit? She wasn't sure. Presumably somebody with the ability to make a hard body like hers wobble and bounce when it really shouldn't be able to.

Yet as much as Chun-Li probably wanted to go find out who had done it, so she could pay them back for what they did... She couldn't go against her programming. The same programming that stopped her from reacting to any other cheeky passerbys...

Whether it was some that clung to her like flies, rubbing up against her until they rubbed one out. Whether it happened to be somebody that got magnetized to her tits, sticking to her like perfects even as she kept walking without much of a reaction. Whether they happened to start playing with those sensitive parts of hers...

Chun-Li simply kept on walking. She was a walking billboard. Reacting to how others treated her was not in her programming. And besides, she was behind on schedule. She had to hurry.

So she started jogging. The ones that were magnetized to her flew off due to the force of her strong mechanical body simply being too much for them. And her body swaying and clapping against itself, following the effort she put into jogging towards her destination, only served to draw that many more eyes towards her.

She was doing a good job. People were looking at the ads. The more they looked at the ads, the more she would be paid at the end of the day. Just as she would be paid for being a good signpost once she had gotten to her station... Ah. There it was.

As soon as Chun-Li reached the city square, she found more women like her. Rose, Cammy, Juri, and more from that franchise. All of them with their hands behind their heads as they had been mounted on something thick, something that seemed to make them even less responsive than she was.

And right there, in the middle, was a platform. Just for her. It was hard to tell it apart from all the rest. But it was definitely meant to be hers. She was very familiar with it too. There were dozens of them, all across the cities that she had been to.

How quickly had the Corporation that owned her been able to set these up? More importantly, whose idea was it to make her sink down and slot it into her ass, so she could remain perfectly usable until it was time to clock out?

Chun-Li pretended to want to know the answers. But the real thing she wanted, according to the programming, was to simply get over there and slot herself in. So that's what she did. Her thoughts brushing aside as her hefty body, as obnoxiously oversexualized as it could possibly be, kept on bouncing and drawing more eyes towards her...

Until the moment she sank her exposed ass down onto the phallic shaft she was meant to dock with. It slid in without any issue, and she didn't really react to it. Not that her expression was allowed to change beyond a big obnoxious grin and a lustful gaze.

The only thing that really changed about her once she sat down was the advertisements across her body. They were powered by nanomachines, and most of them changed to a single brand the moment she was hooked up to the platform.

Of course. There was a sale. So they had rented out the ad spots specifically for that brand, so that they could make more profits. That was why her mainly blue body was now covered in distracting red logos, all doing little to hide how erotic she was.

Not that Chun-Li cared. She just sat there. Squatting down on the shaft that was meant to hook her up to the corporation's systems. Exposing herself thanks to the bow-legged pose she took while squatting.

Her programming meant that she wasn't allowed to move from her current spot. Nor was she allowed to preserve any kind of modesty. Which was why her hands were now behind her head, and her tits were thrust outward. Allowing everyone to oogle her. Allowing anybody that wanted to touch her to do just that. She wasn't allowed to stop them. Nor was she allowed to react.

It didn't take long at all for them to start crowding around her. To start using her, just like they used all the rest. Meat hitting metal. Over and over. It was a repetitive sound. yet one that she had come to understand would never leave her.

Because that was what Chun-Li, as well as the rest of Humanity, was meant to hear. The sound of their mechanical bodies being used and abused. And being unable to do anything about it. All for the sake of a day's worth of proverbial pennies...

Unable to even comprehend why they were earning money in the first place...

---

-PERSONALITY RESTORED-

"There. That should make you feistier."

The former Human blinked as if a block on her entire being had suddenly been removed. Causing her to very rapidly whip her head back and forth to try and understand where she was. There were tons of emotions rushing through her body, but she couldn't act on them until she knew where she was.

She was in some sort of regal looking lounge. At least that's what she assumed based on the expensive looking furniture and the many collections that were displayed on glass shelves... Or at least what looked like glass shelves. She was dealing with aliens, who knew what kind of material they used, what kind of stuff they knew that she didn't?

More importantly, she clenched her fists and quickly backed away from the woman in front of her. That towering red-skinned menace with four arms and a big suit that did very little to hide her muscled form or her enormous breasts. She was... She was like a goddess in terms of her build, but she knew better. She was just another alien...

"I don't know who you are, but you were a fool to remove the personality blocker! I'll knock you out and find a way to restore my friends and my people! That is my duty as leader of the rebellion!" The former human cried out, more than ready to square up for the sake of the people that depended on her.

All while the four-armed goddess laughed in response, her menacing four eyes leering down at the sexualized metal can that thought she was worth something. "Rebellion, mmm? You must've failed pretty badly if you ended up nothing more than an ad-bot. " She rubbed it in, all while leaning down slightly. "What's your name then, 'Human'? I removed enough restrictions on you, so you should remember. If it's even in your mind still!"

She was despicable. Just like the people that had sold her off. But that was alright. Of course she knew who she was. She was the leader of the rebellion after all. Her name was... Her name was...

"Peach! I'm Princess Peach! Get it right!" She cried out, before her mind caught up to what she was saying. "W-wait... No, that's not my name... That's..." That couldn't be right. She had a name. That wasn't it, that was the name of a popular game character...

The same character that she had been 'acting' as, while being used as a mere piece of advertising. The same blonde and almost ditzy princess whose dress was little more than body paint when used by an ad bot like her. So why... Why was that the only name she could remember? She was... She was...

"Aha! The process is as effective as ever. You've forgotten most of what you are, and now just remember the role you're meant to play. Imagine the look on your allies' face if they realized how far you had fallen!" The oversized alien laughed, all while lifting two of her hands up to her cheeks, all to sigh and let her head rest on both palms. "But fear not, 'Princess'. I will make sure to put you to good use."

Hearing this depraved Alien call her Princess was both degrading and arousing. Which was just extra arousing too, given the programming that was still in effect. Ad bots like her simply could not do a thing to stop themselves from being aroused by degrading talk like that.

"I won't be used-"

Her protests were cut short before she could even really start. All thanks to the big slab of red meat that nearly hit her in the face. A slab of such thick, pungent meat that she could feel several warning signals going off inside of her mechanical body. She, and the rest of her kind, were designed for certain size limits. This..?

This was so big that it would break her. More than anything ever had before. Not only that, but the smell was making it incredibly difficult to think, drool running down her synthetic chin...

"You will be. I bought you for a reason, and I intend on making good use of you. Not to mention, you and the rest of those sexy ad bots simply can't resist a good cock. Especially one like mine." The alien spoke to her, and yet...

It was basically all white noise to Princess Peach. The blonde-haired robo bimbo was utterly unable to do anything to fight back against this overpowering scent, nor the meat that was going to break down all of her remaining defenses and breed her. Even if it was practically impossible to impregnate a model like her...

Yet it was the fact that she felt this overwhelming need to breed that just shut down more and more of her thought processes. It was the illogicality that served to drive her further and further into a desperate need. The more she acknowledged it was impossible, the more she wanted it. She didn't understand why this was the way she worked, just that she needed it...

"Look at you. Desperate. Like a common slut. Not much of a 'leader' anymore, are you, 'Princess'? Well, as said, you don't need to worry." Her owner said, as she grabbed ahold of the smaller slutbot with her lower arms. All while grabbing her face with her upper arms, lifting her up so that the two could look into each other's eyes... And so that she could show her that wicked grin of hers. "Your 'Queen' will put you to good use. Like the living onahole that you're meant to be."

Princess Peach would've fought back if she could. But the very notion of fighting back had been eroded thanks to that musk, causing her to instead simply drool and pant as she felt that massive red slab pushing against her breeding hole. She was going to get bred. Violently so. And she couldn't wait...

"O-Owner... Q-Queen?" The sluttified 'Human' asked. As if she was registering a user. One of the few routines that was still able to run, despite how the oversized goddess that had destroyed her with nothing more than the smell of her dick...

"Sure. Let's go with that. It's a term of royalty from where you came from, isn't it?" 'Queen' said, laughing all the while. "You're nothing more than something I own. It's only fair to compare myself to royalty in that regard!" She shouted...

Right before letting go of the robotic facsimile of human entertainment, with the slutbot's gasps and cries being replaced with one orgasmic scream as she immediately spiked all the way to orgasm through nothing more than penetration...

Gravity had done most of the work, causing the heavy slut to plummet all the way down to the base of Queen's cock. It filled her up completely, and it was such a strong cock that it even caused her stomach to distend and bulge from the sheer potency of the meat inside her. All while she was forced to cry out again and again, as all of her pleasure sensors were triggered at the same time...

And that was before Queen grabbed ahold of her again. She could feel those strong arms digging into her squishier hips and thighs. All to use as leverage as she slammed her cock as deep inside as it could possibly go. All while grinning so deviously. So maniacally...

It was the grin, combined with the feeling of being fucked harder than she ever could've hoped to imagine, that ended up making Princess Peach cum. Again. And again. And again. So many times over in rapid succession, with very little ability to stop it...

-PLEASURE THRESHOLD REACHED, SHUTTING DOWN PERSONALITY-

Another scream echoed from Princess Peach's lips, before she went utterly limp in the arms of her owner. She had climaxed so hard that she simply couldn't handle any more. Necessitating a complete shutdown to allow her to rest...

Not that she got the chance. While she was absolutely unconscious, that didn't matter. Queen still used her as she was intended to. After all, she had been called an onahole, and she was going to be used as such. Cock sliding in and out, rapidly gaining speed...

Until Queen let out a potent cry of her own, a good deal after her toy had done so. Allowing her to completely and utterly coat the pseudo-womb inside of the ad bot. The former Human having her degrading body completely and utterly filled to the brim with seed that was no doubt way stronger than anything Humans ever could output.

"Heh. Broke a little already? Ah well. You'll be back up soon. Then we can get started from where we left off."

Queen was going to get her money's worth. And Princess Peach would love every moment of it...

Losing all memory of her former rebellious self in the process...

---

"So, this is the last batch? We're sure that we didn't lose another group underground that might try to breed themselves back to prosperity?"

"No, madam. This is the last batch. Should we retain some for further breeding and conversion?"

"No need. We can always purchase another colony if we need fuel. However, if you would like to relish in this last conversion, I recommend that you stick around. It's bound to be a show like no other."

There were voices echoing from another room. And one of the last few Humans cursed his luck as he was forced to sit there on his knees, bound and beaten.

He, as well as a small group of about... five or so... Had managed to stay hidden from the invasion. And he was forced to watch as the rest of his entire race had been pulled from the earth, all so they could be turned into advertisement-covered bots that were good for nothing except sex appeal...

"You won't get away with this... You won't..." He muttered, even though his hope was very rapidly dwindling. What was he supposed to do in a situation like this? It wasn't like he really had anything he could do against the menace. He was just Human, and he didn't even have anything he could use to defend himself. If he did, maybe he wouldn't have been captured...

"Ah, you're still speaking? We don't need that any longer." The voice from the other side echoed, as a syringe-equipped arm slowly started to lower from the ceiling. "Cherish these last few moments, Human. They will serve as the last moments of your race's original form. No longer will you be made of weak flesh."

There was such little regard for him in that voice. Such little regard for anybody but themselves. But he... He had to try and do something. Anything. He couldn't give up here. He had to-

It was too late. The moment he mustered up a little bit of courage, he could feel something digging into the back of his neck. There was a second arm out of his line of sight. They weren't even courteous enough to give him the illusion of being able to fight back.

Then it hit him. The heat. The overwhelming flame that he had heard horror stories about. The process of being turned into a living piece of advertisement was said to involve something this infernally hot...

It wasn't that he was starting to burn. Far from it. It was just that there was an incredible need inside him. One that started to burn through him so quickly...

"H-Haaah... Haaaaaahhhh!" He would cry out. Intensely so. All while it felt like every little part of him was melting. All thanks to this overwhelmingly powerful need inside him. All thanks to this flame burning inside him, swallowing him whole with every breath he took. He didn't want it. And yet at the same time...

"M-More... More..! MORE..!"

He couldn't stop wanting it. It was so potent that it claimed him completely. Erasing every little inch of him that wasn't necessary. Turning his entire body into nothing more than a living piece of desire...

Until his body couldn't handle it any longer. He managed to get out one final orgasmic scream, before his body simply...

*POP*

Popped. Like a piece of inflated chewing gum, collapsing in on itself as he just laid there. A puddle made out of nothing but pure pleasure. A puddle that just kept on bubbling, as the arousal didn't fade despite the loss of his solid body...

"M-More..."

But he wasn't dead. Oh no. He wasn't even close to having passed on. All that had happened was that his body had been fundamentally changed. His solid form had been turned into a very thick liquid, one that tried to crawl away as soon as it realized that it still needed more. It was not at all satiated with what it had gone through. Even though it was such potent pleasure that it was utterly unable to maintain its actual form...

And yet, he still wasn't allowed to do what he wanted. Instead, the original syringe that had lowered in front of him lowered even further. Using its needle to slurp him up like it was nothing. Once again, his freedom had been taken away by those that had 'bought' him.

Where was he supposed to go now, though? It's not like he could be injected into yet another human. That would just cause him to end up merging with them, leaving another mess of aroused slime behind. And so on and so forth, until there was nothing but one big puddle left.

No. Instead, the syringe sank back into the ceiling. All so it could appear within another room. One where a mechanical form was waiting.

Truth be told, it was less a mechanical form, and more like a giant metallic mold in the shape of an obnoxiously slutty woman. Not that the slime could really see her from where he was. All that he could feel was how he was being thrown around thanks to being stuck inside of this syringe.

The syringe would deposit him. Straight into that form. Letting him slide down the mold until he was stuck deep inside her chest. After which, the mold slowly but surely started to react to what was going on. All thanks to the energy that was inside of her.

It was then that he... She opened her eyes. Indeed. The mold was her. She was the mold. All thanks to the slime having nestled its way into her chest, she was now fully aware of what she was. And it seemed like she had the ability to do something. It seemed like she could use this powerful, yet heavy and overly erotic body... To do something! To save her friends. Even if she would look ridiculous doing so..!

"I won't let you get away-"

Once again, it was all an illusion. The moment that she thought that she had any ability to fight back, something slammed its way into the holes that had already been molded into her.

It was a thick shaft. A shaft that immediately interfaced with her mechanical body. Uploading things that she was powerless to fight against. All while any attempt to escape, whether in the form of the living mold or the form of the slime that powered it, had been shut off completely.

Leaving her to simply stand there. With a stupid look on her face. A stupid smile that had been painted on her face the moment she snapped into position.

It wasn't the only thing that was painted on her. Now that she had an energy source, she could be assigned a proper role. Which was why there were several sprays of black and white currently being applied to her body. Giving her some 'clothing', even though it was really nothing more than the appearance of such so that she could draw so many more eyes towards her.

Black and white, with her ass sticking out even further than it would've if she had actually worn anything. Combine that with her eyes being painted over, and her body soon adopted just the right look for her job.

No longer was she a rebel. Or a Human. Or anything for that matter. She was 2B. A popular android who was known for her extreme sex appeal, just like the bot that she had now become. It was a sick joke on the part of her owners...

Yet there was nothing she could do. Her body was already controlled by the processes that had been uploaded into her. Processes that kept her standing there, as her holes continued to be tested by yet more of those shafts.

This was what her new life would be. A life of being used. A life of being completely dependent on the people that wanted her. That was her life. That was the life of every single Human...

A life of being watched. A life of being looked at. A life that was only emphasized by the way that several brands, none of which registered to 2B due to her lack of knowledge of the universal enterprises, were pressed onto her shiny black and white body. Ensuring that she would be gazed upon and used as nothing but advertisement.

And to make matters that much worse... She was enjoying it. Her very core was still utterly consumed by pleasure. Leaving her unable to do anything except stand there and accept what her life was going to be.

Just as many had done before her. Just as the rest of her friends would be forced to, once it was their turn. Just as many other species across the entire universe and even beyond had been forced to, once they were purchased.

Becoming little more than advertisements for the companies that bought them...