"Subject immobilized and muzzled. Initiating final conversion phase."
As the machine spoke, a small mechanical tentacle slithered out of the wall, right in front of Ruse's face. "Mmmm?" she mumbled confusedly through the bread. As she watched, the tentacle slithered behind her body and wrapped around the sandwich protruding out of her ass.
It was at that moment that Ruse realized what the machine meant to do. "Mmmmm! MMMMMM!" she yelled, shaking her head as hard as she could. With a sickening "SCHLORP!", the machine shoved the rest of the pb&j sandwich up Ruse's ass. "MMMMMM!" Ruse screamed, her eyes widening in pain.
"Final phase initialized."
Once again, Ruse felt a pressure build in her body, though this time it started in her ass. The pressure rose up into her stomach, where it began to swell. Ruse's stomach swelled along with the pressure, plumping up until she looked to be seven months pregnant. "Mmmm mmmm..." Ruse groaned uncomfortably.
The pressure then began to shift, rising up into Ruse's chest this time. As the pressure in her chest swelled, Ruse's boobs began to grow and change, and her stomach's swelling disappeared. "Mmmmm..." Ruse moaned, this time less out of pain than pleasure. The crust of bread covering Ruse's chest cracked as broke open, revealing what seemed to be a set of off-colored tits, one seeming a bit purplish and the other seeming a tad brown. Her boobs continued to swell, going from her modest C-cup to a G-cup in a matter of minutes. Each tit became more and more discolored until Ruse realized what exactly had happened. Her tits just filled with peanut butter and jelly! The machine then spoke again:
"Material storage synthesized."
The hard breading on Ruse's chest began to creep up her body once more, spreading all the way up her neck. "Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" Ruse screamed, desperate now. What happened if the crust covered her whole face? The breading still spread, however, stopping only when it encrusted her chin. The mechanical tentacle reappeared in Ruse's vision at this point, wrapping around the sandwich that had become her mouth. "Mmmm mmmm! MMMMM MMMMM!" Ruse protested, struggling as much as she could. Sadly, the crust held her rigidly in place.
With a loud, "GLURK!", the mechanical tentacle shoved the sandwich straight down Ruse's throat, leaving behind nothing but a breaded slot. Ruse tried to yell, but nothing happened! The machine then spoke again.
"Subject silenced. Efficiency doubled. Subject conversion complete."
Ruse was absolutely horrified. She now couldn't speak or move at all, her tits had been made into storage units for peanut butter and jelly, and her efficiency had doubled! What did doubled efficiency even mean?!
At that moment, Ruse felt a familiar pressure in her stomach. The pressure swelled, then split into two pieces, one travelling up her throat and the other going the more traditional route. With two bursts of peanut butter and a couple of wet plops, two more sandwiches dropped to the ground, one from each end. "Oh," Ruse thought, "That's what double efficiency means."
Ruse...