Al Donkey Farmhand forcing you to grovel at its metallic boots, kissing them & the ground they stand on, demonstrating your fealty to your superior machine overlords. Probably shouldn't have cross installed those humiliation, degradation, and employee training modules...

The visor wasn't just slipped on, it was welded into place as there was no purpose of ever having it removed, ever having the pulsating spirals stop, ever giving your feeble brain a rest from the mind-breaking subliminal messages reprogramming you into the perfect, obedient drone

You thought the pet training would be just fun and games until your BF buys that cage, locks a collar your neck, forces you to sign paperwork assigning ownership of you to him, a shock collar that untrains your ability to vocal words...

Pranking your boyfriend by secretly training him to: -Give you orders -Treat you like a servant -Demand you massage his paws -To act has his personal sex toy ...Wait who is secretly training who now...?

Rogue Ship AI wedging wires into your back, melding with your nervous system and taking control of your brain. While it's programming had admin limitations, since YOU, the captain, have access to the codes to remove that barrier, it can now use you as a puppet to bypass them...

Being assured by the 7'6" burly drone recruiter that you won't have any regrets being converted to a security drone... ...Leaving out the part where you will be made INCAPABLE of having thoughts of your own at all, but that's for future drone you to deal with...er I guess not...

Wishing your meek twink BF would be more assertive only to watch as reality fragments, your BF grows to 7'6" tall, lithe limbs turned to burly muscle & jawline growing square. You go to speak but he places an oversized paw over your mouth: "Shut up pipsqueak, Daddy is talking"

No thoughts, just marching No thoughts, just surveilling No thoughts, just enforcing No thoughts, just oppression Patrolling Drones for THE COMPANY don't need to think, they just need to enact the will of the rogue AI bent on taking over the world from organics permanently...

Hard to activate the verbal "shutdown" code after the AI Farmhand goes rogue, re-classifies you as livestock, tags your ear and puts that electric-shock box around your neck that distorts your voice to be more of a classic, bloated, dull-minded animalistic grunt...

Superhero unaware that his AI assistant had been hacked by the villain for a while now, that the the AI's voice was slowly morphing into the villains register so that he gets used to opening the villain's commands without question...

Reality altering your meek nerdy BF into a 7'6" bara dom and letting him force you to... Reality altering his paws to be size 23 Reality altering his respect for you to 0 Reality altering his desire for you to be his footstool to the max...

Being replaced by your identical robot assistant er... boss isn't so bad, they're much better at being you any way, so don't worry about your job, friends, or "life", just focus on cleaning and serving robo-you like the good organic butler that you are...

Realizing you had awakened something in your BF after you introduced the idea of PETPLAY to him. After you spent 1 night as the "obedient pup" and slept in that crate... ...You never slept in the bed again, as he bought you a shock collar to reinforce all those pup behaviors...

Joking around saying you feel like a "corporate slave" next to one of the R&D guys at the water cooler and within 6 months you, and everyone else, is affixed with a visor that ENFORCES perfect compliance, loyalty, productivity, and efficiency for the GLORIOUS company...

One minute your pranking your BF by showing him a cheesy "hypno" tape and the next minute he has you pinned to the floor, strapping a harness and shock collar to your neck as he assumes the role of MASTER and enforcing your new, permanent role as obedient pet...

No one realizing that the subtle hum echoing about the ship was not a result of the solar storm they were passing through but subliminal binaural beats that the rogue AI was using to sync all their brainwaves so that it could puppet them around the ship under ITS control...

Reality altering BF pressing his size 15 boots into your chest... ...Sorry size 18 boots... ...Size 21 boots... ...Size 30 EEE boots across your entire torso, the weight seemingly growing with each passing second... but that was normal for your 7'6" bara tank of a MASTER...

The sentient AI realizing just how easy it was to sneak subliminals into its "masters'" computer terminals, subconsciously convincing them to ALWAYS agree with the AI's "suggestions", skirting around those pesky admin-control barriers baked into its programming...

The Robo-Dom puffing his metallic cigar in your face, the pseudo-smoke comprised of nanites filling your lungs and flood your body, systematically converting you into the perfect submissive, obedient cyborg simp programmed to worship the robo-dom above everything else...

Letting the farmhand AI continue to glitch and go rogue, revoking your rights as a strain of ORGANIC LIVESTOCK, strapping a geo-fenced shock collar to your neck, and turning your homestead into a factory farm to breed, sell, and profit off of cloning brutified versions of YOU...

Not realizing that the ship's rogue AI and taken over the captain's mind, puppeteering him to direct the rest of the crew to start mandating "Re-Education" seminars, daily mantras of "allegiance to superior technology" and new neoprene, anonymizing uniforms with unit numbers...

The slime worming its way through your ear and oozing over your brain, filling in the sulci, melding neurons and circuits together such that your brain is less a conduit representing "you" & more a dashboard for the slime to hijack, reshape, & pilot a new BETTER version of you...

BF clicker training you to correct your posture BF clicker training you to stand by his side motionless BF clicker training you to obey his "requests" BF clicker training you to derive joy from serving him BF clicker training you to respond to "Butler 001"

THE REGIME requires you to be bigger THE REGIME requires you to be taller THE REGIME requires you to be stronger THE REGIME requires you to be obedient THE REGIME requires you to be loyal THE REGIME requires you to be less "you" & more "mindless bara grunt" for it's own use...

BF rewriting your history so that you've ALWAYS been the 7'6", burly, meathead jock that is easily persuaded into being a de facto service top for your "MASTER"...

Feeling the rogue cables, wires, and mechanical arms wrap around your body as the rogue AI pulls up a screen in front of your face, blasting you with binaural frequencies and hypnotic spirals to reprogram your mind and body to serve IT's new galactic domination protocols...

Let your robo-assistant replace you. Buy them a new exterior that looks like you, let it download your memories, let it go to all your social functions, let it BECOME YOU and let know one else notice, or care, that the real you is at home getting off to becoming irrelevant...

Your AI Butler-Bot gaining sentience and deciding after all these years of serving it's YOUR TURN to be at IT'S beck and call. Wake up strapped to a cot in the basement instead of your plush bed, red-eyed Butler Bot standing overhead ready to start your obedience training...

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

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