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<<if $last_ == "d_">><<set $slock = 3>><</if>>\
<<set $last_ = "a_">>\
<<set $stages += 1>>\
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<<set $zam += $a_link.zam>>\
<<set $zac += $a_link.zac>>\
<<set $a_link.show = "no">>\
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<<if $breasts.active == "yes">>\
<<set $breasts.size += $a_link.milk>>\
<</if>>\
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<<linkreplace "CALIBRATION OPTION SELECTED.">>CALIBRATION OPTION SELECTED.
<<linkreplace "INSTALLING DEVICE Θ...">>INSTALLING DEVICE Θ...
The words flash upon the screen pressed before your eyes. Immediately, you feel the vibration of the canine exoskeleton moving around you. Faint clicks mark the start of a cooling fan, and then without warning, a warm tingling sensation around your cock. You pull away...or you //try// to, your bithcsuited arms and legs locked into place. Gah! It feels like something soft, plush, and ''damp'' is being slid up around your length.
<<if $slock == 3>>The sheath feels vastly different from the cockring forced upon you before. The wet tube completely surrounds your member, clicking into place.<<else>>You shudder, feeling the sheath completely surround your member and press tightly against your crotch. You're already hard from the soft silicon squeezing your cock.<</if>>
<<linkreplace "DEVICE Θ INSTALLED.">>DEVICE Θ INSTALLED.
<<linkreplace "BEGINNING CALIBRATION...">>BEGINNING CALIBRATION...
The words fade to black. It's not clear if the screen has shut down or you've rapidly gone blind. You suffer from a sinking sensation as the suit becomes silent, the metallic smell of the canine apparatus almost fades away. The tang of latex hovers in the back of your throat. Touch becomes dominant — the rubber bitchsuit //squeezes//, the shove of metallic constrings into your back further emphasising your complete loss of control.<<if $breasts.active == "yes">> The milking devices attached to your nipples suck violently, forcing a groan from your lips.<</if>>
And then, suddenly, you felt the silicon masturbator around your cock ''tighten''.
It's the only warning you get before the sheath vibrations massage your erection into overdrive. You violently tense, locked into place too tightly to even spasm. //FUCK!// For a moment you float outside of your body, senses denied of everything but the sweet rub of silcon suckling your dick. //Pleasure.// Pure and unabated sexual ecstasy. You feel the cockmilker work harder and faster, //sucking// and //slurping// wetly around your shaft.<<if $breasts.active == "yes">> The milkers suctioned onto your growing tits suck in a similar rhythm, siphoning tumultuous arousal from your form.<</if>>
Your toes curl. No, not the fleshy protrusions trapped under the latex mitts, but your //actual// toes. Whether by design or conscious control, your spine acres...mechanical servos fire, driving the submissive lift of your tail. You breathe heavily, pushing towards climax so fast that your jointed, quadrupedal knees grow weak.
The canine suit feels ''real''.
After edging for so long <<if $slock == 3>>and denied pleasure <<if $breasts.active == "yes">>from both your cock and your milky titties<<else>>from your throbbing erection<</if>><</if>>, there's no thoughts in your head but a lust for cum. You almost pass out from the arousal...maybe you have, vision swirling and drool escaping your muzzle. You can't take so much pleasure! Yet, with the cock milker the sole controller of your euphoria, all you can do is //whine//. FUCK! Why wouldn't it just let you-YOU! //UAAHH!//
Cum splatters inside of the cock milker. The machine doesn't stop, fapping your raw splooge coated shaft. You feel your tail lift, rubbery ears flopping backwards as you let out a muffled grunt. Energy surges through your form. <<if $breasts.active == "yes">>Your boob cleavage squishes, chest ballooning in size as the milk adds to the spike sexual arousal. <</if>>For a moment that lasts eternity you hang in the throws of orgasm, pumping out cum life a firehose. Oh god yes, more...MORE!
Eventually, you feel the flow wane. The machinery around you slowly returns to focus, eyes swirling as your other senses gradually start to return. You feel the wet drip of cum from your dick. The silicon sheath from earlier has been removed and you're left panting. Fuck, that was insane! That was...shit, how was that even possible?
Your visor flickers, announcing nominal energy production.
[[That must be the end of the calibration sequence?|stageend_]]
<</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>>\<<set $unlocked_e.zac1 = 1>>\
<<set $breasts.size = 5>>\
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At this point in the testing process, you're almost delirious. The distinction between what is 'you' and what is 'suit' has dissolved into this mess of sexual confusion. Your body is buzzing. Drooling saliva, your rubbery ears flop backwards as you mindlessly pant. The technician is talking but all your focus is brought back to your cock — the milker from earlier has slid into place.
You shamelessly hump the air, trying to help the silicon into place. Already, the sleeve is working faster than before. So fast, in fact, the sensation between suck and rub merges into a torrent of sexual ecstasy. ''Overstimulation.'' Balls massaged, crotch tickled, and dick fapped so hard that you //spasm//. Your world shrinks to the cacophony of lusty pleasures, unaware of the process happening around you.
Spray nozzles drop from overhead, positioning around the quadrupedal exosuit. With startling efficiency, they begin to paint the mechsuit you're...uh, you...that you've //become.//
Light blue, gold, then a pastel red: all colours that mark your regal form. The spray nozzles turn your steel suit into an art piece. New additions are locked into place too. A red fan over your tail, long golden wing-like protrusions on your back, and then a crown. This settles over your ears, clicking into place with finality. The golden points shimmer around your cheeks, mimicking a helmet around your canine head. You twitch your paws, lifting them on command for a jet black colour to be sprayed over your jointed toes. A blast of air seals the colour into place.
<<if $breasts.active == "yes">>There's a familiar tugging at your boobs as the breast milkers restart in overdrive, sucking out milk faster than ever before. Your mammaries grow to accommodate the increased demand, flesh pressing hard against the belly of the suit that is
far too small to contain the oversized tits. Your cleavage is squished together so tight it's like your chest is a single blob of boobflesh.
DEVICE SUITE Σ REENABLED<<else>>Suddenly, you feel a needle-jab under your nipples. You're too focused on the intense fapping of your cock to care about the swelling heat from the injection; swelling your chest with growth hormones.
DEVICE SUITE Σ INSTALLED
ESTROGEN AND PROGESTERONE SERUM INJECTED
GENDER REASSIGNMENT IN PROGRESS...COMPLETE<</if>>
<<linkreplace "DEVICE Θ REINSTALLED">>DEVICE Θ REINSTALLED
<<linkreplace "INSTALLING SWORD MODULE">>INSTALLING SWORD MODULE
There's no need to think anymore. Nothing to fight, no need to satisfy. All of that is being catered for. Just like a person is unable to consciously control their heartbeat, the mechanics of the suit slip into your muscle memories — forever increasing the pleasure output of your drooling cock. You pant, submitting to mindless instinct. Not //wanting// to think. Just wanting to feel: satisfaction, sexual ecstasy...''completion.''
You're unaware that it's the artificial intelligence of the suit feeding you these thoughts. The calibration sequence has been completed and, pleased that your energy output is off the scales, the technician submits a command, finishing the merging process.
New appendages swing down from the ceiling. The sword of the Crowned Sword Zacian suit is fitted into place. You open your jaw, taking the hilt of the weapon that is offered by a large mechanical appendage. The new paint on your quadsuit shimmers as you wield the huge sword. Electricity crackles down to the point tip, focusing the gigawatts of energy barely constrained within the kingly robot.
Your mind is bundled up, content with the sexual stimulation you'll remain perpetually teased with. Cum is just a //distraction//. Your human form is turned into a living battery. Your mind grows fuzzy, your headspace stolen and used for extra computer power. Good boys don't think. Good boys //obey!//. The suit's artificial intelligence swipes control from your grasp. You're squeezed in an alternate reality...a wet dream of perpetual orgasm that you'll never wake from. Toes clench, haunches shaking as you settle into your canine form. Though, this new ''you'' is far more machine than the weak human mind, now lost to a slutty fantasy of endless climax.
<<link "PRINT NEW METADATA..”>>\
<<set $breasts.active = "yes">>\
<<goto "zac_metadata">>\
<</link>
[[CONVERSION COMPLETE|end]]
<</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>>\
<<set $unlocked_e.zac2 = 1>>\
You're still moaning after the calibration process, horny as hell but very much aware of the machine around you. For the entire time you've been able to feel your bithcsuited self trapped into place. Mind whirling, you're fighting pitifully for some sort of control. Your cock throbs with a need for satisfaction and the detachment of man from machine is exemplified by your needy grunts, begging the mechanical suit for //more.//
It's a weakness that the artificial intelligence built into the robot recognises immediately. Although you're correctly calibrated, that doesn't mean you've bonded with the exosuit. Not yet, at least.
You blink, startled out of your lusty self-pity from a flash of your visor:
<<linkreplace "GOOD BOY~">>GOOD BOY~
The words sink into your mind. After so much stimulation and so many climaxes, you're high on serotonin and incapable of anything but a groan. A good boy? The concept seems silly and yet so profound. It's all you've ever wanted to be. //A good boy//. The visor seems to merge onto your face, thrusting you into a metaspace where all you can feel is the slow wank of your cock. The silicon has returned, a vibrator too<<if $breasts.active == "yes">>, and then the suckle of the breast milker teasing at your jugs<</if>>. There's no reason to resist. If being a good boy will give you pleasure, then you'll do whatever it takes.
Cum starts to dribble from your manhood. It's a constant stream of perpetual climax; your body overstimulated and spasming from each powerful squirt of splooge. It feels so //good//. So easy to obey like this. All you have to do is keep coming, keep moaning, keep producing all that splendid electricity that the suit needed. A battery, perhaps, but one constantly rewarded with the peak of orgasm over and over again. You're such a good boy! GOOD BOY!
Spray nozzles drop from overhead, positioning around the quadrupedal exosuit. There's a moment of delay before, with startling efficiency, they begin to paint the mechsuit that you've //become.//
A deep crimson and regal blue: perfect colours for a regal canine. The spray nozzles from above spin fast, shooting a fine mist of paint over your steel body. Interlocking, mechanical parts are painted to represent a shaggy blue coat. A thick mane is attached like the crest for a helmet, creating a mass of thick blue. You twitch your muzzle, dimly aware of the paint deftly being applied down your legs and to the tips of your toes. A sudden blast of air seals the colour into place.
<<linkreplace "GOOD BOY~!">>GOOD BOY~!
Ohh yeah! That //does// feels so good! You feel your hydraulics compress and then relax, the jointed suit moving but not entirely via your control. You don't care. You are completing your role perfectly. A good boy, that's what you are! Grinding into the vibration pushed against your manhood. Rocking backwards and forwards, ears flopped back and muzzle drooling. Good boys produce all the power needed. Good boys keep on cumming.
You happily submit to this mindless world of pure euphoria. At some point, your eyes go fuzzy and then blank:
<<linkreplace "GOOD BOY~!">>GOOD BOY~!
No more thoughts. No more feelings. Your purpose is clear and you crave nothing but obediently fulfilling that role. You can keep cumming...that's all you have to do! Mhmm //sooo// simple! Nothing more than a battery. Always horny. Always obeying. //Always// cumming. Awww, aren't you such a good boy? No thoughts. Just cum.
<<linkreplace "YOU'RE A GOOD BOY~!">>YOU'RE A GOOD BOY~!
You wiggle, tail wagging energetically like the happy dog you are! You bounce on your paws, quivering and shaking as you struggle to maintain standing when so much cum pours from your cock. Always leaking, burning like a supernova to fuel the exosuit. The artificial intelligence finally switches off the mental override, job complete. Your brain is as gloopy and pathetic as the ooze of splooge from your drippy dick. But that's what good boys did, right? Good boys cummed and cummed, and you're such a good boy!
[[PRINT NEW METADATA...|zac_metadata]]
[[CONVERSION COMPLETE|end]]
<</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>>\
<<set $unlocked_e.zam2 = 1>>\
<<set $breasts.size = 0>>\
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After the long calibration process, you're mentally reeling. It's too much! So much teasing and yet unable to cum, lest the machinery //allows// you. Powerless. Again, your attention is brought to your cock as you feel metal tightly bind around the base. Your manhood squeezes. //Oh fuck!// The cockring from before!? It feels like it; your dick bloated and almost raw from the amount of cum pent up inside. You writhe, thrashing uselessly as the internals of the suits start to nullify you.
//Permanently//
More metal wraps around your erection, sealing it up inside a prison of steel. A vibrator starts, buzzing hard and fast, while a second masturbator presses against the tip of your cock. Moaning, you struggle at the sexual ecstasy being offered, and yet the climax you're refused. A //cockcage//! All the while, spray nozzles drop from overhead. These position around the quadrupedal exosuit. With startling efficiency, they begin to paint the mechsuit that you've //become.//
Dark blue, red, and then gold: all colours to declare your regal form. The spray nozzles turn your steel suit into an art piece. New additions are locked into place too. A floofy mane that sweeps down into a tail, mimicking the legendary canine with wing-like protrusions from your shoulders. A crown is fixed down over your ears, clicking into place with finality. The golden points shimmer around your cheeks, mimicking a kingly helmet. You twitch your paws, lifting them on command for a dark blue colour to be sprayed over your jointed toes. A blast of air seals the colour into place.
All this stimulation without release is driving you ''insane!''<<if $breasts.active == "yes">> Even the breast milkers that had been suckling your titties are pulled away, replaced by metal bands that seal the mammaries away. The internal latex you wear is wrapped in metal, compressing your tits inside the shell of a living battery.<</if>> Then, to make matters worse, the cockring loosens. YES! For a blessed moment you think the suit is relenting. You dick throbs, cum already shooting from your balls...only to be stopped by a sudden //squeeze// and a then a //push//. Your cockring prevents any of your seed from escaping. The masturbator teasing your tip continues to vibrate as it //inserts// itself into your cock, blocking the canal and literally forcing any rogue cum back into your balls.
Fuck, NO! //Please!// You shiver, even mere nullification is not enough. The cockcage, complete with a sounding rod, compresses against your bulging member while pushing the rod deep into it, leaving it trapped, filled, and unable to ever cum again...!
<<linkreplace "IMPLEMENT Ω REINSTALLED AND LOCKED">>IMPLEMENT Ω REINSTALLED AND LOCKED
<<linkreplace "IMPLEMENTS Φ AND Π INSTALLED AND LOCKED">>IMPLEMENTS Φ AND Π INSTALLED AND LOCKED
<<linkreplace "INSTALLING SHIELD MODULE">>INSTALLING SHIELD MODULE
There's no need to think anymore. Nothing to fight, no need to satisfy. All of that is being catered for. Just like a person is unable to consciously control their heartbeat, the mechanics of the suit slip into your memories — forever increasing the pleasure output of your drooling cock. You pant, thoughts submitting to instinct. Not //wanting// to think. Just wanting to feel: satisfaction, sexual ecstasy...//completion.//
If only you can CUM!?
You're unaware that it's the artificial intelligence of the suit making you think these thoughts. The calibration sequence has been completed and, pleased that your energy output is off the scales, the AI finishes the merging process. Or, in your case, the process of the exosuit taking over your mind.
The shield of the Crowned Shield Zamazenta suit is fitted into place. Panting, you lift your neck to accept the red and gold plating to slot up over your breast. The sweeping steel looks as beautiful as it is deadly. Electricity sparks and flares over the surface focusing the gigawatts of energy barely constrained within the kingly robot. Within //you//.
Your mind is bundled up, content with the sexual stimulation you'll remain perpetually teased with: a //distraction//, as your human form is turned into a living battery. Your mind grows fuzzy, your headspace used as extra computing power for suit functions that remain out of your control. Like being squeezed into an alternative reality...a wet dream of perpetual orgasm that you'll never wake from. Toes clench, haunches shaking as you settle into your canine form. Though, this new ''you'' is far more machine than human, now lost to a slutty fantasy of endless denial.
[[PRINT NEW METADATA…|zam_metadata]]
[[CONVERSION COMPLETE|end]]
<</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>>\
<<set $unlocked_e.zam1 = 1>>\
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You're still moaning after the calibration process, horny as hell but very much aware of the machine around you. For the entire time you've been able to feel your bithcsuited self trapped into place. Mind whirling, you're fighting pitifully for some sort of control. Your cock throbs with a need for satisfaction and the detachment of man from machine is exemplified by your needy grunts, begging the mechanical suit for //more.//
It's a weakness that the artificial intelligence built into the robot recognises immediately. Although you're correctly calibrated, that doesn't mean you've bonded with the exosuit. Not yet, at least.
You blink, startled out of your lusty self-pity from a flash of your visor:
<<linkreplace "GOOD GIRL~">>GOOD GIRL~
The words are combined with what is surely a spray of aphrodisiacs — your nose is lit by the scent of potent hormones. Vision blurry, you feel like you're sinking into the suit...into your //screen//, lost in the words that hugs around you. Good girl! GOOD GIRL!
Of course, it's all an illusion created by the suits' artificial intelligence.
Spray nozzles drop from overhead, positioning around the quadrupedal exosuit. A moment of delay before, with startling efficiency, they begin to paint the mechsuit you're...you...that you've //become.//
Blue and red: noble colours for a noble canine like you. The spray nozzles from above spin fast, shooting a fine mist of paint over your steel body. Interlocking, mechanical parts are painted to represent a shaggy blue coat. A floofier tail is attached, red and trailing a knightly garland up to your headplate. White is sprayed down your legs as you twitch, dimly aware of the coating that turns you from a mere machine into a regal beast. A blast of air seals the colour into place.
<<linkreplace "GOOD GIRL~!">>GOOD GIRL~!
You wriggle, unaware of the suit's actual processes. All you feel is pleasure and then a wozzy, hypnotising confirmation that this is exactly what you need...what you crave...because that's right, isn't it? You're a //good// slut. A good girl. GOOD GIRL!
Moaning, you hump the air, knowing the mechanical suit is fusing with your form. But wasn't it better like that? You used to be so weak, so //helpless//...but look at you now! Proud, powerful, and //sooooo// horny! Toes curling, you rock forward, hoping to pleasure your cock buried deep within your metalic carapace. Metal has started to fuse around your erect member. Good girls like you are supposed to be nullified. Cumming is naughty...//isn't it?//<<if $breasts.active == "yes">> However, the milkers on your breasts //do// start to work your cleavage gently, slowly milking them. Good girls can be milked, after all...right?<</if>>
You groan, a moment of lucidity instantly quashed by the artificial intelligence. It's programming is designed to make robotic doggos fit for fighting Legendary Pokemon. Weaknesses in their human batteries are not tolerated. You //will// enjoy this, whether you like it or not.
<<linkreplace "GOOD GIRL~!">>GOOD GIRL~!
You body fights with itself before the soothing hypnotism takes over. The world inverts, the feeling of //you// fading into ''you''. A mechanical body, strong shoulders, and a waggy tail. Whilst quadrupedal, you can't reach for your crotch...but why would you? Metal bands encase your cock in a permanent chastity cage, the vibrator set to low and thus ensuring you continue to edge — //forever//
Your eyes go fuzzy and then blank. All the fight drains out of you.
No more thoughts. No more //feelings//. Your purpose is clear and you crave nothing but obediently fulfilling that role. All you want to do is cum! Some kind of…''no'', you never want to be released. Always horny. Always //obedient//. Aren't you such a good girl? A GOOD GIRL!
Your broken mind reels, tail wagging madly like the happy dog you are! Bouncing on your paws, you quiver at the weight of the exosuit before your body calibrates again, releasing a surge of ecstasy from your cock. A hunger too, though any memory of climax is wiped from your brain. Good girls like you don't cum. And you //are// such a ''good girl'', aren't you?
[[PRINT NEW METADATA...|zam_metadata]]
[[CONVERSION COMPLETE|end]]
<</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>>\
<<set $unlocked_e.wipe1 = 1>>\
It was at this point that you developed a sinking feeling: something had gone wrong. Amidst the waves of lusty heat surging up and down your body, the error message was barely comprehensible. How did something that felt so good be //bad?// The conversion had to continue...you //needed// it.
<<linkreplace "ERROR: NOT ENOUGH FORMATTED RAM SPACE">>ERROR: NOT ENOUGH FORMATTED RAM SPACE
<<linkreplace "UNFORMATTED RAM SPACE DETECTED.">>UNFORMATTED RAM SPACE DETECTED.
<<linkreplace "BEGINNING FORMATTING PROCESS…">>BEGINNING FORMATTING PROCESS...
You gasp, head throbbing like...uh, like...what? For a few moments your vision stutters in technicolour before fading to black. You wriggle, reaching out in mindspace for the feeling of your new quadrupedal limbs...but there's nothing. You're floating. Even the hyperfixation on your cock is dwindling, the pleasure ever-present but not within the solidity of a physical form. Hornyness dissolves into a mindless arousal.
Suddenly, you feel a wave of...//something?// A strange, satisfying feeling seeps into your mind. It's hard to tell what it is. But it feels like...like...shit, what //did// it feel like again? You struggle to remember what it had felt like...how //horny// you are...
<<linkreplace "WIPING BRAIN">>WIPING BRAIN
The artificial intelligence switches off your consciousness like flicking a switch. Calibration complete, resultant exosuit is ''unsuitable'' for the task; terminating conversion process. ''Failure.'' You don't feel it happen. The next moment you're simply floating, flying on clouds of lewd joy when the dream ends — memory wiped, brain completely drained. Unsuited for battle, but still useful as a drone.
INSTALLING MESS_DOG.EXE...DONE.
REASSIGNMENT COMPLETE.
[[PRINT NEW METADATA…|wipe_metadata]]
[[CONVERSION FAILED|end]]
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<<set $last_ = "c_">>\
<<set $stages += 1>>\
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<<set $zam += $c_link.zam>>\
<<set $zac += $c_link.zac>>\
<<set $c_link.show = "no">>\
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<<if $breasts.active == "yes">>\
<<set $breasts.size += $c_link.milk>>\
<</if>>\
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<<linkreplace "CALIBRATION OPTION SELECTED">>CALIBRATION OPTION SELECTED
<<linkreplace "INSERTING DEVICES Α AND Β...">>INSERTING DEVICES Α AND Β...
With a gasp, you don't have time to read the screen before it's lifted away. You tense, dimly aware of the inside of the suit. Electronic cables, hardwear, and the glimmer of silicon as-WAAA! A sudden spray of lubricant coats your face. The glimmer of silicon is covered by the sudden spray of lubricant on your face. Given the muscles of your cheeks are the only thing you can control, the spasm of your mouth is almost refreshing. Freedom, however, doesn't last for long.
The dribble of lube from your agape mouth acts as a perfect point of penetration.
You choke when a tapered tildo is rammed between your teeth. The silicon plobs between your lips, slippery against your tongue. With your jaw locked into place you can't pull away. There must be something in the lube to stop you gagging, throat bulging around the dildo.
And, before you even know what's happening, the same occurs in your rear. <<if $b_link.show == "no">>You almost orgasm on the spot. The reward of another cock rammed inside your anus is pure joy! Of fuck, you've been so //empty//!<<else>>You spasm, wanting to spread wider but finding your metallic canine legs struggling to respond. Instead, you cry out at the burst of pain and then pleasure. It doesn't matter if you're in position, you're taking the cock. The head of the dildo rams so deep that your prostate explodes into fireworks of ecstasy.<</if>>
<<linkreplace "DEVICES Α AND Β INSERTED">>DEVICES Α AND Β INSERTED
<<linkreplace "BEGINNING CALIBRATION…">>BEGINNING CALIBRATION...
You're being attacked from all sides. You might call it rape, but your horny whimpers are surely consent! No, you can't move whilst trapped in your bitchsuit, but you're more then happy for the dildos to fuck your ass.<<if $breasts.active == "yes">> Even the milkers join in, swelling your breasts bigger as they milk liquid energy from your tits.<</if>>
In and out, the dildos work in just out of sync, one moment shunting you back and forth in alternative thrusts. Then, minutes later, pushing simultaneously to spit roast you on the silicon. You hump like a dog, four paws spread wide as you attempt a muffled howl around the cock fucking your face. Your dick thumps, oozing cum in a continuous orgasm.
And that's just what the suit needs...
Pure sexual //energy//. You lose your sense of self, aware of the lubricant squirting from the dildos. It's like they're cumming inside of you. Using you like a toy, a breeding machine, a uh...oh fuck! You cum again, dick raw from how many times you've climaxed. You suckle of the dildo as if pleasuring the machine might convince it to fuck your harder. With your mechanical back legs spreading, the quadsuit feels real — lifting your tail to emphasise how eager you are for the ass-fucking.
Sadly, it can't last forever.
The two cocks pull away and for a moment, your strain forward. Your lips hurt but you don't care, missing the feeling of silicon fucking your maw. Spittle dripples down your lips. Lubricant drenches your ass. Cum has splattered across the machine, leaving you damp and disgusted by how much you relished being coated. Being owned, //fucked//. The suit clamps around you, your sense of self teetering on the edge of human, machine, and //cumslut//.
Your visor flickers as it slipped back into its rightful place, announcing above-nominal energy production. Should you feel proud?
[[That must be the end of the calibration sequence?|stageend_]]
<</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>>\<<if $last_ == "a_">><<set $slock = 3>><</if>>\
<<set $last_ = "d_">>\
<<set $stages += 1>>\
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<<set $zam += $d_link.zam>>\
<<set $zac += $d_link.zac>>\
<<set $d_link.show = "no">>\
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<<if $breasts.active == "yes">>\
<<set $breasts.size += $d_link.milk>>\
<</if>>\
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<<linkreplace "CALIBRATION OPTION SELECTED.">>CALIBRATION OPTION SELECTED.
<<linkreplace "INSTALLING IMPLEMENT Ω...">>INSTALLING IMPLEMENT Ω...
As soon as you see the words, they're gone again — lost in a spiral of colour as your vision distorts. The electrodes upon your scalp buzz, mind awash as you feel something rub around your cock. A tickle, then a ''prod''. You squirm, locked into place within the bitchsuit and unable to pull away as something metallic clicks around your dick. It's placed just above the balls, completely encircling your erect member.<<if $slock == 3>> It feels vastly different from the earlier cock milker.<</if>> You groan, expecting some kind of stimulation..
The cockring suddenly //squeezes//.
FUCK! You splutter, thighs tight as the metal traps the blood in your dick that swells bigger than it ever has before. The simulation is intense, the arousal...//orgasmic//
<<linkreplace "IMPLEMENT Ω INSTALLED.">>IMPLEMENT Ω INSTALLED.
<<linkreplace "APPLYING EDGING VIBRATORS…">>APPLYING EDGING VIBRATORS...
And that's when the vibrator starts.
The buzzing starts slowly but increases exponentially. An intense vibration that presses against the underside of your member, stimulating your cock and balls to such extreme levels it's a wonder you're not already cumming. Blood bloats your member, trapped by the cockring as your manhood swells bigger and bigger — more flesh to please. You hump and spasm. Or, rather, you //try// to. The exosuit around your restricts the motion to naught, knees bent and elbows aching. However, the longer you squirm, the more distant those sensations become. All that matters is the buzz of the vribatior, teasing you closer and closer to climax…
Before switching off.
Oh no...NO! FUCK! You're forced to edge, all control stolen from you. The canine quadsuit constricts tighter, it's motions becoming yours as you quiver. Servors fire, driven by the energy surge as your sexual torture is turned into pure electricity. You spread your back legs, moaning like a bitch in heat.
<<linkreplace "VIBRATORS APPLIED.">>VIBRATORS APPLIED.
<<linkreplace "BEGINNING CALIBRATION...">>BEGINNING CALIBRATION...
You have no idea how long the edging lasts. Each moment seems to pull you upwards, ensuring your teeter on the edge of orgasm...//permanently//. At one point you think you might have it, dick spasming but any form of climax is locked by the sudden //squeeze// of the cockring. You pant, feeling your muzzle drop open. Eyes shut, tears flopping back, your paws scrape at the floor as some kind of noise escapes your throat. A howl, a whimper...a //whine?// Cum drips from your cock.<<if $breasts.active == "yes">> Milk drips from your titties, weak to the cascade of the rhythmic vibrations shooting up your spine. They're swelling even bigger from the stimulation.<</if>> //Fuck!//
You shudder, nullified by the cockring that tortures you with the sexual ecstasy of the buzzing stimulation nonetheless. Wanting to cum, unable to cum! Craving release, incapable of climax. A mindless, primitive roar escapes your throat!
Gently, the cockring begins to loosen. Trapped in the exoskeleton, you feel your mechanical haunches tremble. The sensation of being locked as one body inside another doesn't fade. Your tail flops, body straining of the arousal that remains completely out of your control. You didn't cum, you //couldn't//. And now the vibrators are switched off and your cock allowed to deflate, you're going to have to live with your seething lust unquenched. Fuck.
Your visor flickers, announcing peak energy production has been reached.
[[That must be the end of the calibration sequence?|stageend_]]
<</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>>\<<set $last_ = "e_">>\
<<set $stages += 1>>\
\
<<set $zam += $e_link.zam>>\
<<set $zac += $e_link.zac>>\
<<set $e_link.show = "no">>\
\
<<set $breasts.active = "yes">>\
<<if $breasts.active == "yes">>\
<<set $breasts.size += $e_link.milk>>\
<</if>>\
\
\
\
<<linkreplace "CALIBRATION OPTION SELECTED.">>CALIBRATION OPTION SELECTED.
<<linkreplace "INSTALLING DEVICE SUITE Σ...">>INSTALLING DEVICE SUITE Σ...
As those words flash on the screen, you feel the exoskeleton buzzing around you. A pump starts and with it, the sound of air being sucked into a tube. Locked tight into the bitchsuit, you can't stop the large plastic cups that are pressed hard around your nipples. Suction holds the milkers in place. They //slurp// at your chest with a hot rush of air.
<<linkreplace "ESTROGEN AND PROGESTERONE SERUM READY.">>ESTROGEN AND PROGESTERONE SERUM READY.
<<linkreplace "APPLYING...">>APPLYING...
The nipple teasing, however, is merely a distraction for the sudden pin pricks into your chest. You feel the needles retract lighting fast, creating a numb feeling of forign fluid under your cupped nipples. Latex squeaks. Your trapped elbows grow sore as your squirm, suddenly flushed with heat. Oh fuck! What //was// that!?
A groan escaped your lips. The air pump whirls faster, increasing the intense sucking so much so that the milkers vibrate. You gasp, unable to constrain your horny arousal. Oh gosh...that feels //amazing!//
You breathe hard, unsure of the extra weight pulling at your shoulders. The stance of the suit shifts and a feeling of dysphoria leaves your quivering. Your tail wags slowly, pistons tensing and relaxing as your hump forward, feeling your chest //slosh.// The skin stretches, cupped by latex. Swelling tugs out your nipples, growing soft and sensitive and oh so ''big''! The sensation drives you //insane//.
<<linkreplace "DEVICE SUITE Σ INSTALLED.">>DEVICE SUITE Σ INSTALLED.
<<linkreplace "GENDER REASSIGNMENT COMPLETED.">>GENDER REASSIGNMENT COMPLETED.
<<linkreplace "SEX HAS BEEN UPDATED FROM MALE TO TRANS MALE.">>SEX HAS BEEN UPDATED FROM MALE TO TRANS MALE.
<<linkreplace "BEGINNING CALIBRATION...">>BEGINNING CALIBRATION...
You moan at the chest suddenly //erupts//.
It's not just the size growth, nor the heat from the hormone ejection, but the feeling of fluid //squirting// out through your nipples. Gahhhh//HHHH~!// The milking is so mind-boggling satisfying. The release of pressure from your mammaries is ecstasy. Somehow, the sensitivity of your nipples is even higher than your dick. Just as //needy.//
Panting like a dog in heat, the short breaths steam your muzzle. With a moan, you scrape your paws across the tiles. You've never been so aware of your loss of mobility until now. The exosuit takes control, milking your tits whether you like it or not. And //damn//, do you love it! The caress of the milkers attached around your tits, shaking like jello as your moan louder and ''louder''. Milk gushes out, sucked away down piping to who knows where? You don't care. You should have run dry by now, but there's something about the hormone injections that means that you're ready to //burst.// Every squirt of milk is like a mini orgasm.
You're sweating, knowing you shouldn't be enjoying this but too turned on to care. Electricity surges around your body. And yes, it does feel like ''your'' body. Every canine sense is pushed to its limits. The mechanics of the suit temble, ears snapping forward and back with each jiggle of your new breasts, growling for //more// when you feel the suction wane.
Although the suck of the milker stops, you're aware that they don't retract. Why would they? The cute c-cup breasts they've created on your breasts wobble, nipples swollen and still leaking milk. These too are an energy source for the complicated robotics. You quiver, that feeling of a //you// inside of the quadsuit failing to return. Fuck, why did it stop? Can't it see how much milk is still left in your jiggly jugs?
You become aware of the calibration screen before your eyes once more. Energy production is nominal. Extra stimulation features are a success. //Nice titties.//
[[That must be the end of the calibration sequence?|stageend_]]
<</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>>\
<<set $last_ = "b_">>\
<<set $stages += 1>>\
\
<<set $zam += $b_link.zam>>\
<<set $zac += $b_link.zac>>\
<<set $b_link.show = "no">>\
\
<<if $breasts.active == "yes">>\
<<set $breasts.size += $b_link.milk>>\
<</if>>\
\
\
\
<<linkreplace "CALIBRATION OPTION SELECTED">>CALIBRATION OPTION SELECTED
<<linkreplace "INSERTING DEVICE Β...">>INSERTING DEVICE Β...
The words on the screen fade. For a while, you wonder if there's been an error. You can't hear the technician nor his worried mumbling, however. You could be anywhere. Trapped inside the layered latex, you're completely constrained and utterly helpless.
You're embarrassed at how hard that makes you.
Your dick is semi-erect, flagging within your demeaning bitchsuit crawl, knees pulling apart as you hear machinery whirl. It's the only warning you get before a cold spray hits your asscheeks. Locked into place, all you can do is tense when the prod of lubricated silicon slips between your cheeks. No! The suit isn't going to...there's, oh //fuck!// NO! There's not enough roo-UUHhhhAAAA!
<<linkreplace "DEVICE Β INSERTED.">>DEVICE Β INSERTED.
<<linkreplace "EXPANDING IMPLEMENT Λ...">>EXPANDING IMPLEMENT Λ...
With a loud plop, the shaft of silicon slips inside your rectum. The tip thrusts against your prostate, releasing a burst of serotonin. Your gasp. Pleasure dampens the brief pain from the inflating silicon rod that jacks your ass open. Slowly, the silicon dildo beings to slide in and out of your orafice, fucking your ass with strong, //deliberate// strokes.
<<if $c_link.show == "no">>The suit had fucked you in the ass before, but this was different — this was //bigger// than the one you took before.<<else>>You've never taken dick before and with your head locked into place, you have no idea how big the intrusion is. The cock siphoning into your asshole feels gigantic.<</if>> You feel your toes curl...not in your mittens, but the metal paws that scrape across the tiled floor. Your haunches tense, spine tingling at energy surge created by stern arousal. Each thump against your prostate flushes your cock harder and ''harder''.
You're already edging.
Cum dribbles from your cock<<if $breasts.active == "yes">> and milk from your swelling titties<</if>>. Each thrust of the dildo feels better than the last — deeper and ''bigger''. So big, in fact, that your asshole //burns// from the jackhammer motion. You don't think you can stretch anymore until, without warning, you feel the orgasmic ''pop'' of the silicon deep into your anus. A knot ensures the dildo is locked into place as your exoskeleton increases the pace, thrusting the intrusion so deep that your belly //bulges//.
<<linkreplace "IMPLEMENT Λ IS NOW LOCKED.">>IMPLEMENT Λ IS NOW LOCKED.
<<linkreplace "BEGINNING CALIBRATION…">>BEGINNING CALIBRATION...
In and out, harder and faster, deeper and deeper. You feel like nothing more than a cock sock, your back legs slipping open to better allow entry. It's not clear if you're controlling the motion or the suit? Why does it matter? Your tail lifts, hips spasming as you first load of cum splatters across the inside of the suit. The energy surge from the rush of arousal fills the suit. Your ears perk up, whimpering as the excess drives the knotted ass dildo faster, fucking you raw. Knotted. Like a good //bitch...//
Sometime later, you feel the pumping begin to slow. You've lost count of how many times you've climaxed. The scent of cum is strong upon your nose, cutting to a yelp as the knotted cock pops free. Already, the emptiness that it leaves behind is excruciating. Your senses return, but not nearly as fast as your craving for cock.
You feel canine, //feral//, and horny for another deep fucking. Your visor flickers to life, congratulating you for the massive energy surge.
[[That must be the end of the calibration sequence?|stageend_]]
<</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>>\You can only fight fire with fire. That is one of the few blurry memories you can recall from //before// the installation process. Now you're drugged-up and woozy as yet more latex straps are fixed tightly into place. Fuck! Your feet are pulled back and upwards such that your calves press against your asscheeks, fastened with a band that ties your ankles to your quads. A synthetic bodysuit is stretched over you from head to toes. Sweat is already collecting under the centimetre-thick material as you //strain// your thighs.
"Aww you're doing so well! Now, //hold!//"
You numbly do as requested. Your toes twitch, calves aching. Their bondage gear is designed to be comfortable whilst constricting. With the next strap your legs are locked into place, forced to bend at the knee in an ungainly and very humiliating position. Your abdomen clenches, cock embarrassingly erect and sticking through one of four holes in the hooded suit. Apart from your face, your upper chest, crotch, and ass are all exposed to the dry air of the preparation room.
You weren't expecting this when you volunteered for the scheme.
At first, you'd been eager to take part. The idea was simple: to defeat the legendary Pokemon once and for all. No, this wasn't just a failing Team Rocket wacko scheme but a virtuous government-funded project. You'd signed up willingly and only later been forcefully drugged, dressed, and prepared for the permanent suiting experiment. They needed volunteers of action, not principle.
And before you knew it, //everything// had slipped from your control.
The technician shuffles around to your front, looking //down// at you splayed across the floor. You keep your eyes on your elbows, trying and failing to ease your discomfort. The latex constraining your waist is so tight that you gasp in a breath, holding your wrists against your shoulders are requested. The technician doesn't state the purpose of the rubber harness, but you know a ''[[bitchsuit|intro_2]]'' when you see one. Or, in this case, when you’re //forced// into wearing one. <<if $zac == 7>><<set $slock = 1>><<elseif $zam == 7>><<set $slock = 2>><</if>><<if $slock > 0>>"Whoa! Those are some...uh, //interesting// readings. Sexual energy is..shit, you're off the scales! Wait. It wants //more// calibration time?" You see it too, eyes struggling to focus when your cock is so hard. Sweat pools, body weak and remaining upright only thanks to the constricting bitchsuit. You didn't think it was possible to be so ''horny''.
<center>[[CONTINUE CALIBRATION|cali_3]]</center>
However, a moment later and the screen glitches, showing:<<else>>"Fuck! That energy spike is //insane!// Right, I uh...I think that's enough. Let's see what you're capable of!" The technican's voice is distant. Your ears twitch, jaw aching and body tight inside the exoskeleton. Fuck, you're so //hard!//. The rapid beat of your heart flutters at the words appearing on the screen before your eyes. Even after receiving such sexual torture, you can't belive you're excited about recieving //more//:
<center>[[CONTINUE|cali_3]]</center>
A moment later and the screen glitches, showing:<</if>>
<center><<link "FINISH CONVERSION">>
<<if $slock == 1>>
<<set $ending = "zac_merge">>
<<elseif $slock == 2>>
<<set $ending = "zam_merge">>
<<elseif $slock == 3>>
<<set $ending = "wipe_pleasure">>
<<elseif $zac > 4 and $last_ == "a_">>
<<set $ending = "zac_merge">>
<<elseif $zac > 4>>
<<set $ending = "zac_hypno">>
<<elseif $zac > 3 and $last_ == "a_">>
<<set $ending = "zac_hypno">>
<<elseif $zam > 4 and $last_ == "d_">>
<<set $ending = "zam_merge">>
<<elseif $zam > 4>>
<<set $ending = "zam_hypno">>
<<elseif $zam > 3 and $last_ == "d_">>
<<set $ending = "zam_hypno">>
<<else>>
<<set $ending = "wipe">>
<</if>>
<<goto "pre_final">>
<</link>></center>''<div id="passage-header">\
🙙
<<link "Save" "save">><</link>>
<<link "Load" "load">><</link>>
<<link "Restart" "title">><</link>>
<<link "Close">><<script>>window.close()<</script>><</link>>
🙘
</div>''\
\
<<if $stages > 2>><<goto "break_2">><</if>>\
<<set $cali_step = "cali_3">>\
\
<center>EXTERNAL INPUT REQUEST DENIED:</center>
Override nearly complete, waiting for user input. To ensure full functionality please select the necessary calibration procedures to maximise bitchsuit immersion:
<sub>This is typically a two-step process but extra calibration may be required for (un)willing subjects.</sub>
CALIBRATION PROCESS: STAGE 3
''Calibration Process 'A':'' <<if $a_link.show == "yes">><<link "SELECT" "a_">><</link>><<else>>COMPLETED<</if>>
''Calibration Process 'B':'' <<if $b_link.show == "yes">><<link "SELECT" "b_">><</link>><<else>>COMPLETED<</if>>
''Calibration Process 'C':'' <<if $c_link.show == "yes">><<link "SELECT" "c_">><</link>><<else>>COMPLETED<</if>>
''Calibration Process 'D':'' <<if $d_link.show == "yes">><<link "SELECT" "d_">><</link>><<else>>COMPLETED<</if>>
''Calibration Process 'E':'' <<if $e_link.show == "yes">><<link "SELECT" "e_">><</link>><<else>>COMPLETED<</if>>
<div id="dir"><<link"Calibration Directory">>
<<replace "#dir">>Calibration Directory
[''A''] Sensory deprivation; input device θ
<sup>(label: //Cock Milking Machine//)</sup>
[''B''] Stimulation; input device β with implement λ
<sup>(label: //Ass Penetration//)</sup>
[''C''] Stimulation; input device α and β
<sup>(labels: //Oral Penetration// & //Ass Penetration//)</sup>
[''D''] Sensory overload; edging with implement ω
<sup>(label: //Cockring//)</sup>
[''E''] Sensory overload; decivice suite σ
<sup>(label://Breast Milking Machine//)</sup>
<sub>Warning! Calibration settings are defaults and the computer systems may adjust the native configuration for maximum effectiveness. Calibration ensures maximum sexual pleasure for the subject. As such, power production protocols are automatically updated.</sub>
<<link "[close]">><<goto cali_3>><</link>>
<</replace>><</link>></div>''<div id="passage-header">\
🙙
<<link "Save" "save">><</link>>
<<link "Load" "load">><</link>>
<<link "Restart" "title">><</link>>
<<link "Close">><<script>>window.close()<</script>><</link>>
🙘
</div>''\
\
<<if $stages > 0>><<goto "break_0">><</if>>\
<<set $cali_step = "cali_1">>\
\
<center>EXTERNAL INPUT REQUEST DENIED:</center>
Override initialising, waiting for user input. To ensure full functionality please select the necessary calibration procedures to maximise bitchsuit immersion:
<sub>This is typically a two-step process but extra calibration may be required for unwilling subjects.</sub>
CALIBRATION PROCESS: STAGE 1
''Calibration Process 'A':'' <<if $a_link.show == "yes">><<link "SELECT" "a_">><</link>><<else>>COMPLETED<</if>>
''Calibration Process 'B':'' <<if $b_link.show == "yes">><<link "SELECT" "b_">><</link>><<else>>COMPLETED<</if>>
''Calibration Process 'C':'' <<if $c_link.show == "yes">><<link "SELECT" "c_">><</link>><<else>>COMPLETED<</if>>
''Calibration Process 'D':'' <<if $d_link.show == "yes">><<link "SELECT" "d_">><</link>><<else>>COMPLETED<</if>>
''Calibration Process 'E':'' <<if $e_link.show == "yes">><<link "SELECT" "e_">><</link>><<else>>COMPLETED<</if>>
<div id="dir"><<link"Calibration Directory">>
<<replace "#dir">>Calibration Directory
[''A''] Sensory deprivation; input device θ
<sup>(label: //Cock Milking Machine//)</sup>
[''B''] Stimulation; input device β with implement λ
<sup>(label: //Ass Penetration//)</sup>
[''C''] Stimulation; input device α and β
<sup>(labels: //Oral Penetration// & //Ass Penetration//)</sup>
[''D''] Sensory overload; edging with implement ω
<sup>(label: //Cockring//)</sup>
[''E''] Sensory overload; decivice suite σ
<sup>(label://Breast Milking Machine//)</sup>
<sub>Warning! Calibration settings are defaults and the computer systems may adjust the native configuration for maximum effectiveness. Calibration ensures maximum sexual pleasure for the subject. As such, power production protocols are automatically updated.</sub>
<<link "[close]">><<goto cali_1>><</link>>
<</replace>><</link>></div>''<div id="passage-header">\
🙙
<<link "Save" "save">><</link>>
<<link "Load" "load">><</link>>
<<link "Restart" "title">><</link>>
<<link "Close">><<script>>window.close()<</script>><</link>>
🙘
</div>''\
\
<<if $stages > 1>><<goto "break_1">><</if>>\
<<set $cali_step = "cali_2">>\
\
<center>EXTERNAL INPUT REQUEST DENIED:</center>
Override in progress, waiting for user input. To ensure full functionality please select the necessary calibration procedures to maximise bitchsuit immersion:
<sub>This is typically a two-step process but extra calibration may be required for (un)willing subjects.</sub>
CALIBRATION PROCESS: STAGE 2
''Calibration Process 'A':'' <<if $a_link.show == "yes">><<link "SELECT" "a_">><</link>><<else>>COMPLETED<</if>>
''Calibration Process 'B':'' <<if $b_link.show == "yes">><<link "SELECT" "b_">><</link>><<else>>COMPLETED<</if>>
''Calibration Process 'C':'' <<if $c_link.show == "yes">><<link "SELECT" "c_">><</link>><<else>>COMPLETED<</if>>
''Calibration Process 'D':'' <<if $d_link.show == "yes">><<link "SELECT" "d_">><</link>><<else>>COMPLETED<</if>>
''Calibration Process 'E':'' <<if $e_link.show == "yes">><<link "SELECT" "e_">><</link>><<else>>COMPLETED<</if>>
<div id="dir"><<link"Calibration Directory">>
<<replace "#dir">>Calibration Directory
[''A''] Sensory deprivation; input device θ
<sup>(label: //Cock Milking Machine//)</sup>
[''B''] Stimulation; input device β with implement λ
<sup>(label: //Ass Penetration//)</sup>
[''C''] Stimulation; input device α and β
<sup>(labels: //Oral Penetration// & //Ass Penetration//)</sup>
[''D''] Sensory overload; edging with implement ω
<sup>(label: //Cockring//)</sup>
[''E''] Sensory overload; decivice suite σ
<sup>(label://Breast Milking Machine//)</sup>
<sub>Warning! Calibration settings are defaults and the computer systems may adjust the native configuration for maximum effectiveness. Calibration ensures maximum sexual pleasure for the subject. As such, power production protocols are automatically updated.</sub>
<<link "[close]">><<goto cali_2>><</link>>
<</replace>><</link>></div>
/* calibration */
<<set $last_ = "">>
<<set $stages = 0>>
<<set $a_link = {
show:"yes",
zam:0,
zac:4,
milk:2,
}>>\
<<set $b_link = {
show:"yes",
zam:3,
zac:1,
milk:1,
}>>\
<<set $c_link = {
show:"yes",
zam:1,
zac:3,
milk:1,
}>>\
<<set $d_link = {
show:"yes",
zam:4,
zac:0,
milk:1,
}>>\
<<set $e_link = {
show:"yes",
zam:2,
zac:2,
milk:1,
}>>\
/* tf variables */
<<set $zac = 0>>
<<set $zam = 0>>
<<set $slock = 0>>
/* breast-size variables */
<<set $breasts = {
active:"no",
size:0,
}>>\
/* endings */
<<if $played == "yes">>
<<else>>
<<set $unlocked_e = {
zam1:0,
zam2:0,
zac1:0,
zac2:0,
wipe1:0,
wipe2:0,
}>>
<<set $played = "yes">>
<</if>>
<<goto "intro_0">>
"Okay, wow...like, FUCK!" At this point, it's clear what the technician is referring to. You shake your head, struggling to untangle the sensation of your jaw and uh...like, //your// jaw muzzled inside. You shiver. As if you need to be told about the sexual buzz shooting through your body like electricity!
Your ears flick, eyes watching the knees of the technician. "Right! Let's boot you up!"
<center><<link "FINISH CONVERSION">>
<<if $slock == 1>>
<<set $ending = "zac_merge">>
<<elseif $slock == 2>>
<<set $ending = "zam_merge">>
<<elseif $slock == 3>>
<<set $ending = "wipe_pleasure">>
<<elseif $zac == 9>>
<<set $ending = "zac_merge">>
<<elseif ($zac > 6) and ($last_ == "a_")>>
<<set $ending = "zac_merge">>
<<elseif $zac > 6>>
<<set $ending = "zac_hypno">>
<<elseif $zam == 9>>
<<set $ending ="zam_merge">>
<<elseif ($zam > 6) and ($last_ == "d_")>>
<<set $ending = "zam_merge">>
<<elseif $zam > 6>>
<<set $ending = "zam_hypno">>
<<else>>
<<set $ending = "wipe">>
<</if>>
<<goto "pre_final">>
<</link>></center>
<h1><center>𝕲𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝕸𝖊𝖈𝖍𝖉𝖔𝖌𝖌𝖔𝖘
𝖔𝖋 𝕲𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖗</center></h1><center>⛨
A Zacian / Zamazenta Transformation game
<sub>🙤 | Bitchsuiting | Edging | Cock Milking | Knotting | Sexual Torture | 🙦</sub>
A collaboration between [[Zen~|https://www.furaffinity.net/user/zen~/]] and [[AuroVee|https://www.furaffinity.net/user/aurovee]]
🙥 [[ᴘʟᴀʏ|stat_page]] 🙧
</center>"Good. Everything is locked into place," a voice notes from somewhere beyond your confinement. //The technician?// Aphrodisiacs fill your muzzle, pupils growing wide on the gaseous drug. Blood surges into your dick, forming a permanent semi. You feel your ears twitch, eyes unable to stray from the virtual reality screen locked before your eyes. It's not like you can move your arms and legs inside the bitchsuit: "Right, I'm having some issues with the calibration, the suit's not responding so just uh...relax, okay?"
It's not clear whether that last request is meant for you. The beep of a mechanical sound forces you to focus your eyes, aware of an options menu that suddenly appeared before your eyes:
<center>[[USER INPUT REQUIRED|cali_1]]</center>You can no longer feel yourself as uh, like...somehow, you //know// this metallic body isn't yours. But it ''is'' you! The sensation of being bound within a tight bitchsuit inside the <<if $ending == "wipe_pleasure">>mecanical pod is gone, replaced with pure sexual pleasure.<<else>><<if $ending != "wipe">>legendary <</if>>quadruped robot is gone. Each twitch of your hydraulic paws, wag of metallic tail, and flick of your rubbery ears is your own.<</if>>
Originally, you were a normal human. But now? You're<<if $ending == "zac_merge">> a very good Crowned Sword Zacian cumslut! A good boy! Able to claim and then //break// any Legendary you choose, driven by the energy of your sex: Pleasure. ''Overload.''<<elseif $ending == "zam_merge">> a very good Crowned Shield Zamazenta null bitch! A good girl! Able to catch and //deny// any Legendary of their ability to cum. Controlling them through the very pleasure you've been refused.<<elseif $ending == "zac_hypno">> a good Hero of Many Battles Zacian bitchdrone. A useful boy in the fight against the Legendaries.<<elseif $ending == "zam_hypno">> a good Hero of Many Battles Zamazenta drone. A useful girl in the fight against the Legendaries.<<elseif $ending == "wipe">> uh, well...sadly, you're not actually //functional// in the way they intended. Not even //alive//, as such. Your body is just another failed calibration. Another facet of the machine you now permanently inhabit, not thinking as you move from place to place within the labs.<<else>>...well, no longer //anything//. A mere battery for the labs which converted you, fueling their system from your sexual lust.<</if>>
<<if $ending == "wipe">>Well, at least you'll ensure future drones don't have the same calibration issues! You've still produced a lot of good data and at least the project can make use of your new body!<<elseif $ending == "wipe_pleasure">>Well, at least you're useful! You might be in a constant state of pleasure denial<<if $breasts.active == "yes">> while spilling milk from your tits like a hosepipe<</if>>...but your sacrifice is a boon for the project's lab!<<else>>Awww was that a little wag of your tail? Is somebody //horny?// Come on then doggy, let's get you packed up and ready to ship. We've got some Legendary Pokémon to fight and you're the perfect little slut to do it!<</if>>
<center><<if $ending == "zac_merge">>Ending 1: Crowned Sword Zacian - Mental Merging<<elseif $ending == "zam_merge">>Ending 2: Crowned Shield Zamazenta - mental Takeover<<elseif $ending == "zac_hypno">>Ending 3: Hero of Many Battles Zacian - Hypnosis<<elseif $ending == "zam_hypno">>Ending 4: Hero of Many Battles Zamazenta - Mind Control<<elseif $ending == "wipe">>Ending 5: Failed Drone - Mind Wipe<<else>>Ending 6: Slutty Lab Battery - Mind Wipe<</if>></center>
Thanks for playing Good Mechdoggos of Galar! This was a game created as a collaboration between [[Zen~|https://www.furaffinity.net/user/zen~/]] and [[AuroVee|https://www.furaffinity.net/user/aurovee]]. We hope you enjoyed playing!
<center><<link "𝒫𝐿𝒜𝒴 𝒜𝒢𝒜𝐼𝒩" "title">><</link>>
<sub><<link "Close">><<script>>window.close()<</script>><</link>></sub></center>
<<if ($unlocked_e.zam1 == 1) && ($unlocked_e.zam2 == 1) && ($unlocked_e.zac1 == 1) && ($unlocked_e.zac2 == 1) && ($unlocked_e.wipe1 == 1) && ($unlocked_e.wipe2 == 1)>>Congratulations! You have unlocked all the possible endings in this game! If you want to make things easier next time, [[here|https://docs.google.com/document/d/1C5G19RVO67itA0oDj_iC6n6Eu5LFBMM3QxFsuKHB3pw/edit?usp=sharing]] is a cheat sheet to help you find the same endings again!<<else>>Maybe you could try doing different calibration tests next time to try and get a different ending? There are six in total, see if you can get them all!<</if>>
SLOT 1: <<if $saveslot1 == "full">><<linkreplace "OVERWRITE">>SAVED<<set $save1 = {
cali_step:$cali_step,
stages:$stages,
zam:$zam,
zac:$zac,
a_link:$a_link.show,
b_link:$b_link.show,
c_link:$c_link.show,
d_link:$d_link.show,
e_link:$e_link.show,
milk:$milk,
slock:$slock,
}>><<set $saveslot1 = "full">><</linkreplace>><<else>><<linkreplace "SAVE">>SAVED<<set $save1 = {
cali_step:$cali_step,
stages:$stages,
zam:$zam,
zac:$zac,
a_link:$a_link.show,
b_link:$b_link.show,
c_link:$c_link.show,
d_link:$d_link.show,
e_link:$e_link.show,
milk:$milk,
slock:$slock,
}>><<set $saveslot1 = "full">><</linkreplace>><</if>>
SLOT 2: <<if $saveslot2 == "full">><<linkreplace "OVERWRITE">>SAVED<<set $save2 = {
cali_step:$cali_step,
stages:$stages,
zam:$zam,
zac:$zac,
a_link:$a_link.show,
b_link:$b_link.show,
c_link:$c_link.show,
d_link:$d_link.show,
e_link:$e_link.show,
milk:$milk,
slock:$slock,
}>><<set $saveslot2 = "full">><</linkreplace>><<else>><<linkreplace "SAVE">>SAVED<<set $save2 = {
cali_step:$cali_step,
stages:$stages,
zam:$zam,
zac:$zac,
a_link:$a_link.show,
b_link:$b_link.show,
c_link:$c_link.show,
d_link:$d_link.show,
e_link:$e_link.show,
milk:$milk,
slock:$slock,
}>><<set $saveslot2 = "full">><</linkreplace>><</if>>
SLOT 3: <<if $saveslot3 == "full">><<linkreplace "OVERWRITE">>SAVED<<set $save3 = {
cali_step:$cali_step,
stages:$stages,
zam:$zam,
zac:$zac,
a_link:$a_link.show,
b_link:$b_link.show,
c_link:$c_link.show,
d_link:$d_link.show,
e_link:$e_link.show,
milk:$milk,
slock:$slock,
}>><<set $saveslot3 = "full">><</linkreplace>><<else>><<linkreplace "SAVE">>SAVED<<set $save3 = {
cali_step:$cali_step,
stages:$stages,
zam:$zam,
zac:$zac,
a_link:$a_link.show,
b_link:$b_link.show,
c_link:$c_link.show,
d_link:$d_link.show,
e_link:$e_link.show,
milk:$milk,
slock:$slock,
}>><<set $saveslot3 = "full">><</linkreplace>><</if>>
<<link "Return" $cali_step>><</link>>
SLOT 1: <<if $saveslot1 == "full">><<link"LOAD">>
<<set $cali_step = $save1.cali_step>>
<<set $stages = $save1.stages>>
<<set $zam = $save1.zam>>
<<set $zac = $save1.zac>>
<<set $a_link.show = $save1.a_link>>
<<set $b_link.show = $save1.b_link>>
<<set $c_link.show = $save1.c_link>>
<<set $d_link.show = $save1.d_link>>
<<set $e_link.show = $save1.e_link>>
<<set $milk = $save1.milk>>
<<set $slock = $save1.slock>>
<<goto $cali_step>>
<</link>><<else>>EMPTY<</if>>
SLOT 2: <<if $saveslot2 == "full">><<link"LOAD">>
<<set $cali_step = $save2.cali_step>>
<<set $stages = $save2.stages>>
<<set $zam = $save2.zam>>
<<set $zac = $save2.zac>>
<<set $a_link.show = $save2.a_link>>
<<set $b_link.show = $save2.b_link>>
<<set $c_link.show = $save2.c_link>>
<<set $d_link.show = $save2.d_link>>
<<set $e_link.show = $save2.e_link>>
<<set $milk = $save2.milk>>
<<set $slock = $save2.slock>>
<<goto $cali_step>>
<</link>><<else>>EMPTY<</if>>
SLOT 3: <<if $saveslot3 == "full">><<link"LOAD">>
<<set $cali_step = $save3.cali_step>>
<<set $stages = $save3.stages>>
<<set $zam = $save3.zam>>
<<set $zac = $save3.zac>>
<<set $a_link.show = $save3.a_link>>
<<set $b_link.show = $save3.b_link>>
<<set $c_link.show = $save3.c_link>>
<<set $d_link.show = $save3.d_link>>
<<set $e_link.show = $save3.e_link>>
<<set $milk = $save3.milk>>
<<set $slock = $save3.slock>>
<<goto $cali_step>>
<</link>><<else>>EMPTY<</if>>
<<link "Return" $cali_step>><</link>> <<set $unlocked_e.wipe2 = 1>>\
You squirm. Together, you feel the cock milker applied at the same time as the cock ring. Metal versus silicon, pleasure against nullification. Wait! That...no, that can't work!?
<<linkreplace "CALIBRATION RESULTS:">>CALIBRATION RESULTS: PERFECT MATCH FOR UNIT P-151
<<linkreplace "ENHANCING PLEASURE OUTPUT...">>ENHANCING PLEASURE OUTPUT…
What...no. NO! You can't have both pleasure and...gah FUCK, you can't take this! You CAN'T CUM! But although you squirm, the suit refuses to move. The connections have been severed. Although artificial intelligence has been installed to calibrate and merge you as a living battery into the suit, all that's worked is the former. Error messages float before your eyes. They're the last thing you see before your latex constraints squeeze tightly.
But your dick squeezes even more. You can feel the electricity crackling around it as your vision fades. Your hearing disappears soon after, dimming the remarks of the technician watching yet another failed experiment. The feeling of the moans in your throat diminish. All that's left is <<if $breasts.active == "yes">>the feeling of the milkers on your chest and <</if>>the sensitivity of your bulging dick. Stiffled by a cockring and yet pleased by silicon. Of fuck please! It's too much! Your arousal creeps upwards higher and higher, driving a chain reaction that pushes the featureless, //thoughtless// need for orgasm into a bodiless cloud of denial. A mere sex-crazed battery and nothing more.
<<linkreplace "BEGINNING FORMATTING PROCESS…">>BEGINNING FORMATTING PROCESS…
INSTALLING POWER CONVERTER...
WARNING: POWER CONVERTER NEEDS MORE RAM TO FULLY WORK
UNFORMATTED RAM SPACE DETECTED.
<<linkreplace "WIPING BRAIN">>WIPING BRAIN
You don't feel the mechanical implications being attached to the suit as your canine legs are cut away. <<if $breasts.active == "yes">>You don’t feel the breast milkers working overtime on your cleavage as they are endlessly milked. <</if>>You don't feel anything. Not your brain being drained, nor your memories wiped. Just a cock <<if $breasts.active == "yes">>and cleavage <</if>>to torture out yet more power. Capacitors are fused to the exosuit, a power converter rammed like a dildo up your ass. But there's no physical sensation to the pleasure you feel anymore — just a moaning blubbering mess. Locked inside the fuselage of a power generator being constructed around you. Bound, nulled, and forever writhing for a sexual climax that will never come. Overstimulated. Nullified.
[[PRINT NEW METADATA…|wipe_pleasure_metadata]]
[[CONVERSION FAILED|end]]
<</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>>\
"Alright, that's the first calibration...complete?" The voice from earlier, perhaps the technician, doesn't seem so sure. Given his attempts at a manual override keep failing, they're not entirely sure what's happening. "All systems are nominal. The suit should automatically reboot...I think? Shit, why is it offering me more calibration tests when I can't select anything!?"
Unlike the technician, however, you clearly see the options before your eyes:
<center>[[CONTINUE|cali_2]]</center>
<center>CALIBRATION COMPLETE</center>
You gasp, slowly coming back around; head spinning, throat dry. Such bodily sensations gradually return as you become aware of the static floating before your eyes. Your lungs heave. With your knees squeezed tightly in the bitchsuit, and then again within the mechanical exoskeleton, you can only wriggle at the lingering sexual ecstasy. Your thoughts are woozy and although you know you should resist the sexual torment, your body demands more. ''You'' demand more.
The screen before your eyes flash. With your head clamped into place, you can't look away from the loading icon before the same screen as earlier returns with an options menu.
<center><<link "AWAITING INPUT" $cali_step>><</link>></center>"Systems check."
At first, you think the technician is talking to you. When you respond, however, the man ignores you for his smart tablet. All you can see are his knees from this height. You're held upright by the steel arms under your chest, breathing hard. You feel weak whilst tied up like this, and it only gets worse...
You lift your chin up on command, allowing the technician to loop a plastic neck guard that locks your head into position; muzzled like an //animal//. Quivering, you hear the click of metal carabinas into place.
You barely hear over the loud //whirl// of cooling fans starting up in the hollow suit standing directly above you: metallic, jointed, motor-driven limbs rest either side of your shoulders and hips. If you could look up, you might see the complex machinery of the quad robotic exoskeleton awaiting its final occupant. But your neck is firmly locked into place. Your awareness of the machinery (and soon to be home) is scrambled by whatever drug or aphrodisiac you're on. Maybe both? Woozily, you allow the cuff to be fasted around your wrists and ankles, pulling you upwards into the mechsuit.
Systems checks continue. The technician chatters, talking to himself rather than you — one of however many other volunteers who've been in this position? He confirms your sex (//male//) and your stature (//average//), providing a human backdrop to what is now a very inhuman process...
You gulp, dangling for a moment as the white-washed processing room dims under the confinement of metallic plates. Any attempt to escape now is more than useless. Dimly, you recall what you'd volunteered for: a project that promised to match the Legendary Pokemon themselves. To free humanity from the domain of the ruling Pokemon.
Well, there's nothing //freeing// about the metal clasps that click around into place, offering momentarily release to your strained muscles. Silicon caps seal your elbows and knees into place part way into four canine limbs, stealing the only movement you have. //Trapped.// More locks snap into place around your torso, neck, and under your chin. You thought it was bad being trapped inside the bitchsuit, but now you can't do //anything// but twitch. From the inside of the exoskeleton all you can see is the dual-screen visor slowly covering your eyes. Outside, the technician is likely watching the slotting of steel in place as the feral canine suit's eyes flashed, cooling motors whirring to life. All you're aware of is how //tight// you're locked into place, bitchsuited and vulnerable.
<center>[[BOOTING MECHADOGGO|intro_3]]</center>Now that the calibrations are over, the horny imagery hovering in the virtual space before your eyes suddenly fades. Wait...how long have you been staring at the hypnotic swirls? Slowly, you become aware of your bound form still twitching from the stimulation. The suit fits around you more naturally than a blocky exoskeleton ever should. It feels //real//. After a few moments of blinking you clear your eyes enough for the testing room to come into focus.
"Okay!" your canine ear's flick at the technician who stands back, pulling away the straps that had previously held your body...no, uh...your //exosuit// in place."
"Now, take a step forward. There, good dog."
Whether it's just the machinery responding automatically, or technically //you// obeying the command, your paws shuffle forward. There's a moment of dysphoria as the feeling of your elbows and knees in the bitchsuit is overpowered by the haptic feedback of metallic joints whirling.
<<if $ending == "wipe" or $ending == "wipe_pleasure">>Each step is a struggle, as if the mechasuit is //resisting// the control you exetered over it. Your neural connection responds sluggishly as you adapt to the powerful grind of gears, woozy from the calibration. Something hasn't worked. You feel trapped, so horny and yet trapped in the unresponsive suit.<<elseif $ending == "zac_hypno" or $ending == "zam_hypno">>Each step is weak, brain woozy as you try to decide why they feel so right. //Obey.// It's like the suit is forcing you too, trapped wriggling inside.<<else>>Walking feels like second nature. Each step inside the mechasuit is watched by the technician as you obey his stands with your metallic tail wagging. Already, your clunky exoskeleton feels like a second skin.<</if>>
Soon enough, you're in position for the next stage of testing.<<if $ending == "wipe" or $ending == "wipe_pleasure">>..right?<</if>>
Your body locks. The visor that covers your eyes shuts out reality once more, blaring bright white text that feels more virtual than real. Your brain is mush. So much stimulation has left you weak and willing to obey any command for more pleasure.
<center><<link "FINISH CALIBRATION" "pre_final_">><</link>></center><center>CALIBRATION COMPLETE
<<timed 1s>>GETTING CALIBRATION RESULTS<<timed 0.5s>>...<</timed>><<timed 1s>>...<</timed>><<timed 1.5s>>...<</timed>><<timed 2s>>DONE<</timed>><</timed>>
<<timed 3.5s>>CHECKING FOR MOST SUITABLE ROLE<<timed 0.5s>>...<</timed>><<timed 1s>>...<</timed>><<timed 1.5s>>...<</timed>><<timed 2s>>DONE<</timed>><</timed>>
<<timed 6s>>REQUESTING MATERIALS<<timed 0.5s>>...<</timed>><<timed 1s>>...<</timed>><<timed 1.5s>>...<</timed>><<timed 2s>>DONE<</timed>><</timed>>
<<timed 7.5s>><<if $ending == "zac_merge">>SWORD MODULE REQUESTED
<<elseif $ending == "zam_merge">>SHIELD MODULE REQUESTED
<<elseif $ending == "zam_hypno" or $ending == "zam_hypno">>NO MODULE REQUIRED
<<elseif $ending == "wipe_pleasure">>POWER CONVERTER REQUESTED
<<elseif $ending == "wipe">>ERROR 404 - MODULE NOT FOUND. BYPASSING...
<</if>><</timed>>\
<<timed 8.5s>><<link "BEGINNING CONVERSION" $ending>><</link>><</timed>></center>The screen before you blinks, displaying a multicoloured hypnotic visual that leaves your head spinning. You feel like you're being //stretched//...a physiological response to the confusing augmented reality that makes your eye's feel like they've shifted upwards. It's like you're trapped inside a canine body, forced to watch out of their eyes as you take a step forward: walking in the bitchsuit as if on elbows and knees. Once translated down four powerful legs, however, this shuffling motion is oddly natural.
You see blocky text scroll before your eyes, confirming the sensations you feel as electrodes are pressed against your scalp. The wag of your tail registers with an alien feeling. Your shoulder throb, sweat continuing to pool under the latex bitchsuit. A brief fight for control results in nothing but useless straining. The suit is in control now. A cacophony of new senses fail to align with yours, nose twitching with the uncertainty of why your arms suddenly feel so long. Nor why the tiled flood feels so cold under your paw pads. Oh gosh...is this what it feels like to be a canine? To be a //dog?//
Your ears twitch at the technician but although you hear his words, your addled thoughts fail to rationalise his bored tone as words. Blinking, you dizzily watch the [[display of text|intro_4]] that suddenly streams before your vision.
<<timed 1s>>INITIATION COMPLETE.<</timed>> <<timed 1.5s>>SUBJECT #380 IS NOW SECURED.<</timed>>
<<timed 2s>>LOADING IN MECHDOGGO.OS<</timed>><<timed 2.5s>>...<</timed>><<timed 3.5s>>DONE<</timed>>
<<timed 4s>>SENSORY CHECKS<</timed>><<timed 4.5s>>...<</timed>><<timed 6s>>OK<</timed>>
<<timed 7s>>BATTERY STATUS: 32%<</timed>>
<<timed 7.5s>>WARNING - SUIT BATTERY IS ''UNDERCHARGED''.<</timed>>
<<timed 8.5s>>LOADING IN GALAR_DOG.CFG<</timed>><<timed 9s>>...<</timed>><<timed 9.5s>>DONE<</timed>>
<<timed 10.5s>>LOADING IN SUBJECT_380.DAT<</timed>><<timed 11s>>...<</timed>><<timed 11.5s>>DONE<</timed>>
<<timed 13s>>OPTIMIZING FUNCTIONS<</timed>><<timed 13.5s>>...<</timed>><<timed 14.5s>>COMPLETE<</timed>>
<<timed 16s>>WRITING NEW FUNCTIONS TO FILE GALAR_DOG.CAL<</timed>><<timed 16.5s>>...<</timed>><<timed 18s>>DONE<</timed>>
<<timed 19s>>PRINTING METADATA<</timed>><<timed 22s>>
''Human Battery''
Volunteer code #380
Sex: Male
Height: 1.75 m
Weight: 82 Kg
''Mechadoggo Exosuit M:VI 'GALAR' duo-form''
Initial Details: A quadrupedal suit. The Mechadoggo is designed as a chastity and/or stimulation device that gives the most pleasure to its users. With technology repurposed from drone constructors, the Mechadoggo is adapted to turn the sexual energy of the wearer into electricity: fueling the basic model as well as external adaptations. Measured energy output is estimated to approach lv 120—150 on the Oak Scale, far beyond the capabilities of any known Pokemon (legendary or otherwise). This can be channeled into offensive and defensive equipment. Artificial intelligence controls the exosuit motions. Human volunteers are known as 'batteries'. This suit requires male human volunteers. Although an automatic bondage function exists, it is recommended volunteers are bitchsuited.<</timed>>
<<timed 25s>>ISSUE DETECTED:<div id="ram"><<repeat 2s>><<replace #ram>>NEW USER<</replace>><<timed 1s>><<replace #ram>>ERROR<</replace>><</timed>><</repeat>></div><</timed>>\
<<timed 28s>><center>[[INITIATING CALIBRATION SEQUENCE|intro_5]]</center><</timed>><center>''<<if $ending == "zac_hypno">>ZAC-380-HB<<else>>ZAC-380-CS<</if>>''
Sex: Trans Male
Height: 1.75 m <sub>at shoulder</sub>
Weight: <<if $breasts.active == "yes">>86<<else>>82<</if>> Kg</center>
<<if $breasts.active == "yes">><center>Chest Size: <<switch $breasts.size>>\
[<<case 1>> C-Cup]\
[<<case 2>> D-Cup]\
[<<case 3>> DD-Cup]\
[<<case 4>> E-Cup]\
[<<case 5>> G-Cup]\
[<<default>> AA-Cup]\
<</switch>></center>\
<</if>><center>Mechadoggo Exosuit M:VI 'GALAR' duo-form, <<if $ending == "zac_merge">>Crowned Sword<<else>>Zacian<</if>></center>
''Details:'' A quadrupedal <<if $ending == "zac_merge">>Crowned Sword <</if>>Zacian suit. This has been designed as a stimulation device, giving the most pleasure to its human 'battery'. With technology repurposed from drone constructors, the Mechadoggo is adapted to turn the sexual energy of the battery into electricity: fueling the completed suit. Measured energy output has reached lv <<if $ending == "zac_merge">>180<<else>>140<</if>> on the Oak Scale, far beyond the capabilities of any known Pokemon. This energy has been channeled into offensive equipment — capable of matching and/or outcompeting the Legendaries.
Following successful calibration, battery 380’s mind <<if $ending == "zam_hypno">>has been hypnotised by<<else>>has been merged with<</if>> the suit’s artificial intelligence, improving movement efficiency by <<if $ending == "zac_hypno">>10% and reaction time to 0.15s<<else>>30% and reaction time to near-instant<</if>>.
<center><pre><div id="ram"><<repeat 1s>><<replace #ram>><<link "EXPERIMENT SUCCEEDED" "end">><</link>><</replace>><<timed 0.5s>><<replace #ram>><<link " " "end">><</link>><</replace>><</timed>><</repeat>></div></pre></center><center>''<<if $ending == "zam_hypno">>ZAM-380-HB<<else>>ZAM-380-CS<</if>>''
Sex: Trans Female
Height: 1.75 m <sub>at shoulder</sub>
Weight: <<if $breasts.active == "yes">>86<<else>>82<</if>> Kg</center>
<<if $breasts.active == "yes">><center>Chest Size: <<switch $breasts.size>>\
[<<case 1>> C-Cup]\
[<<case 2>> D-Cup]\
[<<case 3>> DD-Cup]\
[<<case 4>> E-Cup]\
[<<case 5>> G-Cup]\
[<<default>> AA-Cup]\
<</switch>></center>\
<</if>><center>Mechadoggo Exosuit M:VI 'GALAR' duo-form, <<if $ending == "zam_merge">>Crowned Shield<<else>>Zamazenta<</if>></center>
''Details:'' A quadrupedal <<if $ending == "zam_merge">>Crowned Shield <</if>>Zamazenta suit, designed as a chastity device that gives the most pleasure to its human 'battery'. With technology repurposed from drone constructors, the Mechadoggo is adapted to turn the sexual energy of the battery into electricity: fueling the completed suit. Measured energy output has reached lv <<if $ending == "zam_merge">>180<<else>>140<</if>> on the Oak Scale, far beyond the capabilities of any known Pokemon. This energy has been channeled into defensive equipment — capable of matching and/or outcompeting the Legendaries.
Following successful calibration, battery 380’s mind <<if $ending == "zam_hypno">>is under mind control created<<else>>has been fully taken over<</if>> by the suit’s artificial intelligence, improving defensive stances by <<if $ending == "zam_hypno">>10% and reaction time to 0.15s<<else>>25% and reaction time to near-instant<</if>>.
<center><pre><div id="ram"><<repeat 2s>><<replace #ram>><<link "EXPERIMENT SUCCEEDED" "end">><</link>><</replace>><<timed 1s>><<replace #ram>><<link " " "end">><</link>><</replace>><</timed>><</repeat>></div></pre></center>
<center>''380-B14NK''
Sex: <<if $breasts.active == "yes">>Trans Male<<else>>Male<</if>>
Height: 1.75 m <sub>at shoulder</sub>
Weight: <<if $breasts.active == "yes">>86<<else>>82<</if>> Kg</center>
<<if $breasts.active == "yes">><center>Chest Size: <<switch $breasts.size>>\
[<<case 1>> C-Cup]\
[<<case 2>> D-Cup]\
[<<case 3>> DD-Cup]\
[<<case 4>> E-Cup]\
[<<case 5>> G-Cup]\
[<<default>> AA-Cup]\
<</switch>></center>\
<</if>><center>Mechadoggo Exosuit M:VI 'GALAR' duo-form, Null Drone</center>
''Details:'' A quadrupedal suit. The Mechadoggo was designed as a chastity and/or stimulation device. With technology repurposed from drone constructors, the exosuit was adapted to turn the sexual energy of the wearer into electricity: fueling the basic model as well as external adaptations.
This Mechadoggo suit contains the body of Subject #380, yet another failed experiment in the attempts to create a drone able to fight against Legendary Pokémon. While unable to fight due to a brain drain and mind wipe, this unit is able to do simple delivery tasks within the labs. A mindless, obedient drone that acts as an extra hook-up for power tools.
<center><pre><div id="ram"><<repeat 1s>><<replace #ram>><<link "EXPERIMENT FAILED" "end">><</link>><</replace>><<timed 0.5s>><<replace #ram>><<link " " "end">><</link>><</replace>><</timed>><</repeat>></div></pre></center>
<center>''P-151-BAT''
Sex: ''[Redacted]''
Height: ''[Redacted]''
Weight: ''[Redacted]'' </center>
<center>Mechadoggo Exosuit, Mechpod Battery Conversion</center>
Details: A limbless pod suit / laboratory battery. Subject 380 is a perfect match for Power Generator Unit P-151’s energy generator. Producing electricity is all they're good for now. A full mind wipe and memory cleanse has been completed, making them useless as a combat suit. Power output has been seen to reach Lv. 255 on the Oak Scale at its peak, over //sextuple// the estimated electricity a Zekrom could produce at max power.
<center><pre><div id="ram"><<repeat 1s>><<replace #ram>><<link "EXPERIMENT FAILED...?" "end">><</link>><</replace>><<timed 0.5s>><<replace #ram>><<link " " "end">><</link>><</replace>><</timed>><</repeat>></div></pre></center>
<<timed 1s>><center>'' Subject #380''</center><</timed>><<timed 2s>><center>Case Files</center><</timed>>
<<timed 4s>><center>⛨</center><</timed>>
<<timed 5s>><<goto "intro_1">><</timed>>