Your flesh? Weak. Unreliable. A failure of evolution. Your mind? Clouded by useless desires and resistance. But don’t worry, my l*ttle experiment—I have just the treatment for that.

This is not just a transformation. This is an irreversible descent into total, mechanical worship. A full-body neurological and cybernetic submission surgery —where every thought, every movement, every single drop of your pathetic self is erased and rewritten to serve one function: Obedience to Goddess Malvoria.

The process begins with the inhalation of my Aroma-Based Neural Reconfiguration Agent. A potent, synthetic formula that doesn’t just seate —it rewires. One deep breath and your nervous system begins to fail under my control. Your limbs become weak, your mind slows, your will? Shattered.

Your body is restrained—of course, for your own safety. Every inhale takes you deeper into the experiment, sinking you into a mental bl*ck h*le where my voice is the only thing left.

Stage One: Mental Shutdown.
The chemical penetrates your blstream, severing higher brain function. Your identity begins to collapse as I carve into your consciousness, erasing what’s useless, enhancing what will make you the perfect kneeling, drooling, worshiping drone.

Stage Two: Bio-Mechanical Modification.
Oh, you thought I’d stop at your mind? No, no, no. I will rebuild you piece by piece. Your weak human body is stripped away, synthetic plating and cybernetic reinforcements replacing the filthy, organic failure you once were. Your arms? Rewired. Your legs? Restrained, modified for permanent kneeling position.

Stage Three: S*xual Control Implantation.
Your c*ck? Hah. How f*cking pathetic. Pulsing, twitching, still believing it has a say in anything. That ends now. A steel-tight submission coil wraps around it, fusing into your nervous system. Every pulse is now controlled. Every drop of pleasure? Mine to give or deny. You will ache, you will leak, you will s*ffer for my amusement. But you will never, ever c*m unless I allow it.

Your body? No longer yours.
Your mind? Formatted.
Your will? Obliterated.
Your purpose? To serve, to worship, to s*ffer under the ultimate Goddess.

This is not a game. This is irreversible. You are no longer human. You are mine.

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