Within the dusty alleyways of Evermorn City's lower districts, a scrawny kid dashes behind a garbage bin, eyeing the busy streets of the red light district as people crowd around a particular establishment that had been setup recently with a pretty weird name; The Auto-Pleasure Brothel. People had never seen its founder in the face before but assumed its name was derived from the tents and lustful looks it gave its patrons the moment they stepped foot inside. Word on the street was that the girls inside were all hot babes worth the fee to enter, with a special 'VIP-service' that catered to virtually any desire its patrons wanted. Egyptian, Chinese, Thin, Big, the Auto-Pleasure Brothel had it all. Suspiciously, certain individuals had noticed an increased number of orphans and the homeless vanishing off the streets overnight ever since the Auto-Pleasure had opened. Not that anyone minded, after all, whats the harm if a few homless people and orphans go missing?

From behind the bin, the boy scans the area as he watches the two hulking robot bouncers guard the entrance and maintain order. He had no name, being an orphan plucked off the streets after the local gangsters saw his talent for stealth and sabotage after a life of theft and scrounging to survive. He became part of a group made out of the most talented orphans and outcasts the local crimelord could find. He may have been one of the best chosen to infiltrate this new whorehouse but he wasn't the first. Many others, from hired professionals to kids like him, had been sent in, never to make it back out. Their task? To find out who was behind the establishment and how he had managed to gather so many women and armed forces, both machine and men, within a short time frame. And to see if they were responsible for the rise in missing people.

All those who came before the Boy had used a hidden back entrance, secrelty dug and hidden by other locals in the area hired by the group. So far it hadn't been discovered so whatever it was that wiped out the previous interlopers wasn't aware of it. Glancing at the metal walls of the building, the Boy's eyes hang for a moment over a vandalized poster of a scantily dressed beauty prostrating herself for a rabid audience. Shaking his head away from distracting thoughts, the Boy pulls open the grating, climbing in as he makes his way through the crude tunnel and into the maintenance passageways of the Auto-Pleasure.

Hacking open yet another door, the Boy had found it strange how low-security everything had been so far, no guards, cheap firewalls, barely any infrared sensors or lasers...how had all his predecessors failed? As the door slides open, he comes across a long corridor lined with more doors on either side, the labels on the signs called these 'Dressing Rooms' with numbers on each door, the Boy stopped counting once the number exceeded thirty-eight...puzzled, he could've sworn he was a few metres underground, far away from the main lounge and bar where the public and guards were at. Why were these dressing rooms so far away?

Curious, the Boy hacks open the closest one to him labelled Zero-One, as the door opens, hes greeted to a shocking sight as he witnesses metallic claws and bio-organic tendrils slide and crawl over two other men he recognized; one of them was their most recent hired thug while the other was a teenaged kid he'd seen many times while back at the bunks where they'd slept. Muffled screams sound as they see the Boy standing by the door, struggling to free themselves from their bindings as a pink gas seeps into the containment chamber. Eyes wide in awe, the Boy watches as their struggling forms slowly lose resistance as the men begin stop struggling as the mechanical arms do their work, the gas blocking the two from sight as it fills completely

After a few seconds of naueseating anticipation, the Boy's mouth drops open as the ventilation system pumps the gas out of the chamber, revealing two women clad in reverse-bunnygirl attire standing in place where the two men were before, dazed as they look around with vapid eyes, drool hanging from their lips as the arms finish putting fishnet stockings on their plump thighs to complete their bunnygirl look as two more tendrils emerge from beneath them, large pink dildo's in either claw as they rush upwards to greet the unsuspecting women.

 The Boy blushes as he diverts his eyes away from the scene, right as moans and screams of pleasure come through the hardened glass. Looking back , he sees the two newborn women enjoying the afterglow of having a hard rod forced into their newly formed lower lips, eyes rolled back into their heads as the dildos begin to stimulate their walls, the base of it acting as a pasty that hugs their puffy vulvas tightly, matching the set already adorning the tips of their  jiggly bosoms.

A robotic chime sounds, grabbing the Boy's attention as the wall behind the two girls open up. Giggling ditzily, the two lewd bunnygirls step inside as the walls slide shut once more, the sounds of machinery humming in the distance as the payload is sent off. "MIKO AND ASUNA, READY FOR SESSION, SENDING TO ROOM : ZERO-FIVE-ONE.  CUSTOMER : DANIELS. SESSION : THREESOME."

It all made sense now! From the many girls to service each VIP's specific fantasy, the lack of manpower in its maintenance areas to the name of the place. It was an automated factory that made women to each customers request, its resource being the missing people and intruders, of which there were plenty of in the lower district. And if a customer wanted someone else? They could just toss in a brainwashed doll to reform them to their liking!

Having seen enough, the Boy turns around to report back to his handlers. His coat pocket had built in recorders that would serve as evidence. He couldn't speak after all, having zero literacy since he had no proper teacher to guide him, all he knew was to sneak and survive on the streets. His retreat however, is cut short as the doors slam shut and the lights darken into a red hue as the voice blares once more. "MATERIAL LOCATED. PROCESSING ORDER, CUSTOMER : LEO. SESSION : REINFORCEMENT. "

With almost no time to react, the Boy shouts in panic as the mechanical arms return, snapping ahold of him across his arms and legs as they retract, tossing him into the same chamber where his associates had been before as the hardened glass walls slam shut around him and the main door to the chamber closes. Sealing him in.

As the arms continue to hold him in place, the boy can only struggle as he shouts and growls at the arms and tendrils hovering over him as they get to work tearing off his clothes and jacket as they deposit the clothes in a bin that retracts from the floor, leaving him exposed and vulnerable, his young yet muscular body tensing with strength as he struggles harder, feeling the arms holding him tighten their grip as he yells in pain. A familiar sound however, grabs his attention. It was the sound of gas being pumped into the chamber...

As the gas fogs his vision, the Boy's eyes widen as he feels a fire beginning to burn across his body as the changes begin. His rippling flesh contorting as he ages and feminizes, losing his muscles and calloused hands as soft supple skin and plump flesh takes over. His flat chest explodes outwards into massive Double-D's as the force pushes his chest out, a nice curve to his slender back now prominent. As the Boy continues to gag in his futile efforts to keep out the gas, his long legs begin to plump up with fat and tender flesh as his engorged member spurts out a load of semen as he yells out in a mix of anger and arousal.

Semen splashing on the wall as a mechanical arm sucks it up into a cylinder. As it finishes emptying his balls, the penis begins to shrink; testicles deflating and sliding inside a newly formed slit between his legs as his penis barely peeks out between his plump thighs, settling nicely above the gaping slit that is his new vagina as it turns into a small, cut clitoris, excess skin and flesh forming nice, sensitive lips on both sides of the Boy, or rather Girl's, new privates. As the arms lift her limp form of the floor, her hair begins to dye itself a silvery grey over the standard raven black, the arms dressing her up in a regular bunny girl outfit that hugs her new form tightly, as she tries but fails to draw on strength to resist, before the arms release her, dropping the Girl back onto the ground in a puddle of sweat and foreign juices, unaware of how wet she was as her new organs continue to release jets of clear, transparent juices from her lower lips. The pink gas filtered out of the chamber to reveal the silver-haired bunnygirl lying on the floor in a mess where a scrawny, dirty orphan once stood.

As the Girl lies on the floor, panting in exhaustion and arousal after the gauntlet of changes she went through. The mechanical voice returns. "ERROR, MATERIAL NON-COMPLIANT, ADMINISTERING SERUM WITH SUBJECT DNA, PROCESS ACCELERATED TO MAKE UP FOR DELAY." Wondering what it meant, the Girl doesn't realize a tendril hovering over her like a coiled snake, ready to strike as its pointed tip flies down and strikes her in the neck, eliciting a faint gasp of pain from her as her eyes dull, the contents of the injection flowing into her body as she stands up stiffly.

Her short bobbed hair begins to extend into a glorious mane of silky platinum blonde locks as her features mature, almond shaped eyes slanting into seductive pupils as her lips plump into fully kissable ones, cheeks turning rosy as a blush forms over her face. Within the Girl's drug addled mind, new information and knowledge flows as images of over a hundred sex positions and vivid replays of how to please the male body ingrain themselves into her. Years of thievery and stealth to survive being replaced with years of servicing men in bars and on the streets, her long slender tongue licking her lips on reflex as her mind runs through the lewd memories. The Girl, once a confident young thief, no longer existed, Diana stood in her place, a proud whore who'd gladly sleep with anyone willing to pay the exorbitant fee for her services. As the mental changes are done, the arms modify black bunnysuit around her new body, dying it a pure white to match her hair as they trim bits off to expose more of her tantalizing assets.

"DIANA, READY FOR SESSION, SENDING TO ROOM : TWO-ONE-NINE.  CUSTOMER : LEO. SESSION : REINFORCEMENT." At the sound of the voice, Diana turns around as a door slides open behind her, preparing herself as she runs a hand through her hair, she steps inside, heels clacking loudly on the metal floor as she places her arms on her wide, handlebar hips. As the door shuts, Diana is sent hurtling off in the elevator to her waiting customer.

As the door to the lift opens, the sounds of rowdy cheers and drunk men creep in as Diana's sleek eyes look over a pink room filled with booze and muscled men, another bunnygirl with mesmerizing midnight blue hair already prostrating herself on the platform in the middle of the room as the drunkards cheer at Diana's arrival, her hips swaying hynpotically as she steps into the room. A blonde man getting up to greet her as he undresses her lovely body in his mind. "Finally! Took your time didnt'cha sweet cheeks!" Slapping her ass roughly, she giggles an apology in response as she places a hand on her breast as she bows, whiserping sweet nothings into his ear as he laughs out loud and plunks back onto the sofa. Diana making her way up the platform as the other bunnygirl makes way for her, equally beautiful features sending her a soft smile as Diana does the same before reaching out to grab ahold of the cold hard pole as she beings to gyrate her hips and thrust out her chest riling up the men watching her every move. It turned her on doing this, teasing men into a storm that would do anything for her with nothing but her lithe, seductive body. Smiling as she performs with her partner, dancing the night away in blissful lust.

- TWO WEEKS LATER - 

It had been two weeks since Diana had made her appearance at the Auto-Pleasure, quickly rising through the ranks as one of the most paid for whores in the place after her first group of customers had recommended her to others, even her partner had given her good word after their special "bonding session" that night. She was quickly selected and placed in the Brothel's catalogue of special girls instead of being used as material for their VIP services, bringing in good money and of course, more customers (and material) into the Brothel's doors. Diana would become a common sight i nthe Auto-Pleasure, going from room to room, hour after hour, pleasing customer after customer, yet never being satisfied.

On one such occassion, Diana was crouched over in a VIP suite, hungrily sucking off a hunk of a customer as her sloppy tongue slid all over the man's well-endowed pecker as she pumps her head back and forth, plump lips smacking noisly as she forces her man down on the chair . Not being able to last long, the man finally gives in with a groan, grabbing ahold of her platinum blonde hair as she squeals happily in response to the steaming spunk flowing down her throat as she greedily gobbles it all down, sighing as she feels the warm mass settle into her toned belly. Spent, the customer pats Diana's head as she giggles happily, cum stains on her cheeks. "Holy crap babe...you were worth every damn dime i spent! I'll put in a good word for ya with management!" Indeed, Diana would live her sex-filled life of depravity to the maximum, leaving many men wanting more, blissfully unaware she used to be some scrawny boy struggling on the street no one would miss, the only struggle on her mind was being pinned to a bed, used roughly by a real man, as expected of the best ass in the establishment~

THE END