The AI Vocal Enhancer was great for parties by allowing the best celebrity impressions... except it couldn't be removed, the Enhancer mimicking the user's own voice like everything was fine until their friends would leave, then be forced to call/authorize more AI upgrades...
AI Donkey Farmhand strapping you to the breeding mount, hooking up the milker, and unceremoniously probing their thick, mechanical finger into your ass to locate the prostate before applying an internal, postage-stamp size vibrator to keep you horny and boost "production" by 75%.
Xenomorph-Inspired Drone Converters: Spider-like robots that secure themselves around the head, start an internal brainwashing visor over the eyes, tube of growth chemicals down the throat, & legs pierce/integrate with the spine to neuro-pilot the them to the processing center.
Strapped down as you're sent through the conversions factory as you're forcibly bulked up, posture permanently corrected, mind wiped and reprogrammed with SERVITUDE, OBEDIENCE, and LOYALTY to the NEW REGIME as you, the once proud rebel, are converted into an imperial enforcer...
Thinking it would be fun to make a copy of your neural-map and imbue into your new AI system, only for the new robo-you to think IT is still "in charge" locking you out of admin controls as it systematically starts to replace organic you with it's own image and prerogatives.
Being not just treated, but TURNED into livestock by your glitching AI Farmhand MASTER. Vocal cords removed. Lipogenesis shots to increase the "marbling" of your haunches. Neural suppressors to slow your cognitive capabilities. Forced quadrupedal surgeries to keep you all fours.
Careful trying out new gadgets from your kinky techie roommate as those Experimental AR Visors may just be Hypno Goggles under a different name, quickly wiping your mind clean and replacing it with the Obedient Slave programming your roommate has been talking about for weeks...
The thick boot of the Enforcer Drone pressing into your chest. You tried to plead with them, to remind them that they were your "friend" & "roommate" before the growth hormones, rubber conversion, and brainwashing, but the Enforcer Drone just continued it's EXTRACTION Protocol.
Pet Play Evolution: Head Pats -> Collar + Leash -> Paw Mitts -> Play Crate on Weekends -> Shock Collar -> PERMANENT Pet Crate -> Muzzling -> Legal Name/Status Change -> Getting Fixed -> Feral-ification Surgeries -> PET PERMANENCY
You thought it'd be fun to try on the high tech rubber muscle suit, not realizing that the "faux" muscles are actually remote activated until your BF activates the GRUNT BUTLER program as the suit starts marching you through the apt, doting on your BF's every whim...