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Entering through a door simply marked Adults Only, you find yourself in a room full of a veritable treasure trove of technological sex-toys. Vibrators, sex machines, cock milkers, anything electronic and fuckable. At the other end of the room — past a shelf of all manner of artificial genitalia — sits a small automatic booth.

Solid white panels are framed by stainless steel trim, the inside partially hidden from view by a black curtain across the entrance. Visible inside the booth is a single comfortable looking seat. On the side of the machine, next to the curtain, there's a backlit sign.

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With the curtain closed behind you, the outside world is completely blocked from view. The inside is similarly minimalist to the exterior, though you can spot a few gaps where some sort of hatch might open up from. The only thing inside that it seems you're intended to interact with is a touch screen.

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Oh, that level of panel gap is just sloppy. Do they really think they can get away with that? Shameful! You prod at the obvious access panel for a bit, before managing to sneak a fingertip underneath the panel and get inside. You peek around in there for a bit, but it's hard to really see anything with the horrible rat's nest of wiring in there, combined with the dimly lit interior of this booth. Are those hydraulic lines? There's *got* to be something cool hiding down there...

You reach in to move some of the messy wires out of the way and get a closer look at some of the actual components; but as you get a grip on the bundle of wires, it squirms out of your grasp like an angry snake. A robotic claw reaches from inside the machine, and grabs your wrist tightly. It shoves your hand back out of the panel forcefully. A second robotic arm reaches out of the hatch, and shoves you down into the — admittedly quite comfortable — seat.

The first arm releases your wrist, and then retreats into the hatch; but not before giving you a snide finger-wag, followed by the second arm retreating behind it. The hatch closes forcefully, springing shut behind the arms.

You can't help but feel that you shouldn't be poking around in there.

Pfft, not like some stupid hunk of steel is going to stop you from having a little fun. You reach into the panel again to-

The same robotic claw grips your wrist as before, followed by what seems like a dozen more. The robotic arms move you back down to a seated position forcefully, that first one holding your hand in front of the touch screen. The restraining of your arm suddenly feels loose, almost like a silicone bracelet. As soon as you try to pull your hand away from the touch screen however, the arm suddenly stops allowing you to move in that direction.

It seems that your plan has been foiled.

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The screen begins playing a video, showing all manner of technical information about this "FlexMod®" product. According to the video, it's a line of artificial genital modules, which can be swapped by the end user without requiring surgery or special tools. Being able to switch between having a cock or a pussy on the fly would honestly be pretty neat…

After the video ends, the booth returns to the buttons it showed you earlier.

The screen returns back to how it was before you touched it. With your curiosity sated, you get up, exit the booth, and continue browsing the other wares on offer.

Another selection of buttons appears on the screen.

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The robotic arms lift you out the seat and shove you out of the booth, throwing you onto the cold tile floor outside of it. One of the claws gives you an unmistakable "I'm watching you" gesture before retreating into the hatch. As you sheepishly leave the store, you can't help but feel like all the cameras are watching you. Even the cashier seems in on it, while telling you to have a nice day. Maybe you're just going crazy… but you're definitely not shopping there again.

Instead of allowing you to remove your own clothes, the robotic arms rush to do the task for you. Tossing you around with ease, the claws quickly strip you completely naked, letting your clothes fall to the floor of the booth before pinning you back to the seat. An arm larger than the rest emerges from the same hatch, tipped with what looks like some kind of milking machine. It presses right up to your crotch, and sucks onto your junk like no human ever could. As you try to figure out what this maniacal milker could possibly be doing to you, your crotch goes numb.

thhhhhhhHHUNK.

Something big just got sucked away. You can't feel anything specific, but you definitely can tell that the weight down there has shifted. You can feel a bit of pushing and tugging down there, maybe even going up into your belly? The daydreaming is cut short, however, by a sudden sharp pain in your crotch. You instinctively look down to see what's going on, at just the right time to see the robotic arm finally pulling away from your crotch.

Where your junk once was, instead there now sits some sort of modular connector. The metallic exterior socket is about as wide as a fist, though you can't get a good look at it from your current angle. Another arm reaches out from the machine's hatch, holding a large rubbery cylinder with some strange contacts on one side. As you get a closer look, you notice that it has "Dummy Plug" engraved into it. The robot shoves this massive slab of silicone way deeper inside of you than you'd ever have thought possible. It feels like... nothing, actually. Weird.

But with a sudden click, you start feeling something; not inside of you, but at the surface of your crotch. As the robotic claw gives a firm press to ensure this plug is seated properly, you can feel the touch directly as if the plug as your own skin. It sits practically invisibly against the rest of your crotch, only obviously visible because of a small ejector latch at the top of it.

The robotic arms lift you out the seat and shove you out of the booth, throwing you onto the cold tile floor outside of it. One of the claws gives you unmistakable "I'm watching you" gesture before retreating into the hatch… and then emerging back out again to pick up your oil-soaked clothing and throw it back out at you.

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After double-checking that the curtain is indeed pulled closed, you expose yourself to the machine. A hatch opens beneath the display, pushed open by what looks to be some sort of… milking machine? It's hard not to get a little excited at the thought of that. Attached to an arm, the robotic hole presses right up to your crotch, sucking in your still-soft shaft.

The machine starts off gentle, sucking on your shaft while the inner silicone moves slightly back and forth. You squirm a bit to get comfortable in the seat, the arm doing quite a good job at pinning you down to it by your crotch. As you reach what feels like it may be the hardest you've ever been, you can't help but moan a little at the feeling of this strange machine's ministrations.

Right when you think you're starting to get used to them, the mechanical strokes begin to speed up. You instinctively try to move your hips to match it, but you're pinned down by the strength of the arm, only able to grip onto the smooth metallic exterior as you hold on. Oily lubricant drips down from the mechanical milker and all over your thighs; a part of you wonders if you should have taken off your pants completely, but any concern you might feel right now is drowned out by the feeling of sheer pleasure.

You cum. The machine immediately switches from stroking to purely sucking, ensuring that every last drop of fluid that you produce is being sucked away, not wasted on the floor. The suction and pressure manages to suck your balls into the machine as well — weird — but the gentle squeezes it gives to them just makes you keep cumming even harder. You start thinking you might need to tap out, but the machine just doesn't give up until you can swear you've squirted out every last drop you possibly can. In fact, it feels like your whole crotch has gone numb.

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The machine starts off gentle, sucking on your clit while the inner silicone moves slightly back and forth. You squirm a bit to get comfortable in the seat, the arm doing quite a good job at pinning you down to it by your crotch. As you start getting wetter, you can't help but moan a little at the feeling of this strange machine's ministrations. A dildo starts probing its way inside of you in time with the suction and stroking, adding yet another layer of stimulation to the symphony of mechanical pleasure.

Right when you think you're starting to get used to the all these feelings, the mechanical strokes begin to speed up. You instinctively try to move your hips to match it, but you're pinned down by the strength of the arm, only able to grip onto the smooth metallic exterior as you hold on. Oily lubricant drips down from the mechanical milker and all over your thighs; a part of you wonders if you should have taken off your pants completely, but any concern you might feel right now is drowned out by the feeling of sheer pleasure.

You cum. The machine immediately switches from stroking to purely sucking, ensuring that every last drop of fluid that you produce is being sucked away, not wasted on the floor. The suction and pressure holds your lower lips tight to the machine, but the squeezes it gives inside and out just makes you keep cumming over and over. You start thinking you might need to tap out, but the machine just doesn't give up until you can swear you've squirted out every last drop you possibly can. In fact, it feels like your whole crotch has gone numb.

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After double-checking that the curtain is indeed pulled closed, you expose yourself to the machine. A hatch opens beneath the display, pushed open by what looks to be some sort of... milking machine? Attached to an arm, the robotic hole presses right up to your crotch, sucking tight to the sensitive skin. As you try to figure out what this mechanical milker could possibly be doing to you, your crotch goes entirely numb.

You're not quite sure what this thing is doing to you down there, but you have no intention of interrupting it. Enjoying the strange feelings as much as you can with a robot pinning you to your seat, you let the it finish the job you came here for.

…Oh no, oh no, oh no no NO. Whatever that thing is doing to your junk now, you've got to stop it. This is just going too far! You grab onto the arm with both hands, trying to pull it away from you, but the smooth metal exterior simply slips through your hands.

Two robotic arms emerge from the hatch, grabbing around your wrists before you have time to react. The silicone-coated claws lift your hands away from the machinery, pinning them to the wall behind you and leaving you helpless to the machine's advances.

thhhhhhhHHUNK.

Where your junk once was, instead there now sits some sort of modular connector. The metallic exterior socket is about as wide as a fist, with a flexible interior going into your abdomen a surprising amount. You'd probably be able to shove your whole forearm inside there, actually! Curious, you run your finger around the shiny edge, but find that you can't feel anything from socket directly, just the pressure of where it attaches inside of you.

Another arm reaches out from the machine's hatch, holding a large rubbery cylinder with some strange contacts on one side. As you get a closer look, you notice that it has "Dummy Plug" engraved into the side of it. As the robot shoves this massive slab of silicone way deeper inside of you than you'd ever have thought possible, it feels like… nothing, actually. Weird.

You look back up at the screen. It shows you a coupon.

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SCAN HERE! Buy One Get One 50% Off, Any Two FlexMod® Attachments!

You give the code a scan to save it for later, before doing your best to re-dress yourself somewhat modestly in your still oil-slicked pants.