The machine made its announcement and Ruse glared at it. "Yeah, screw you, you broken piece of junk." She gave the sandwich protruding from her ass one more tug before deciding it was a better idea to put more distance between her and the machine, in case it got even more perverted ideas.
She hobbled across the room, walking very much like something was stuck up her butt. If only that had been a metaphor. She crossed the room, putting more than enough distance between her and the device on the other side of the room. She was still worried how the thing had managed to insert a full sized sandwich up her ass and why it wasn't budging, but those were worries for when she was somewhere safer. She moved back towards the window, only to prompt the machine to speak again.
"Subject moving out of range. Activating failsafe."
She felt the changes before she was able to react to anything the thing had said. The slick, gooey peanut butter in the sandwich moved inside her, while the two slices of bread began to expand, one each covering one of her ass cheeks. She grabbed at it, felt the soft bread fusing with the soft flesh of her ass, heading down her legs. Before long, her legs were covered in a layer of breading that quickly hardened and became crust-like, trapping her where she was crouching.
"Subject successfully converted."
Then she felt something else. Her stomach expanded a little, and she suddenly felt queasy. An uneasy pressure built there, one that quickly headed downwards through her gut. It erupted at her ass, and she felt sticky peanut butter at her newly-breaded cheeks. A warm peanut butter and jelly sandwich dropped to the floor between her immobile legs.
She turned red, furious at the prospect of what she'd just been forced to do. "Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me. Are you fucking serious?" Another sandwich dropped between her legs.
"Adapting muzzle for uncooperative subject." This time, she felt the discomfort much like she had for the previous two sandwiches, only this time it traveled up her throat instead of down.
"When I get ofhhrh oomfmmh. MMMH!" She gagged a little mid-sentence as another sandwich pressed itself to her lips, opting to lodge itself halfway in and halfway out of her mouth. She once again felt as her lips melded with the sandwich, until it /was/ her mouth. Meanwhile, she shit another sandwich and the breading that was covering most of the rest of her body traveled down her arms, forcing her hands together to seal them into a bread-slice like appendage where they met. Her arms and legs more or less melded into place by the breading, she could only crouch where she was, continually producing sandwiches, only able to murmur in response. "MMMH! MMMH!"
Ruse...