Your cries echo off the walls of the chamber, and you feel the machine react to your pain. It comes to life again. You jerk backwards and see the glowing red eye staring down at you. The sound returns with a vengeance, filling the chamber with its shrill shriek. You hold your breath and close your eyes tightly as the machine begins its work again, reshaping your flesh, altering your shape.
This time, however, the machine doesn't do anything to your face. Instead, it seems focused entirely on the rest of your body. Its screeching reaches an ear-shattering volume, and the air inside the chamber becomes thick with smoke and steam. You feel something press hard against your abdomen. When you open your eyes, you see a long metal probe extending from the machine and thrusting itself into your soft belly. You scream and writhe, but you don't move far from the machine. It is as if some force compels you to remain where you are, frozen in place by fear.
The machine continues to thrust into you until it is buried deep inside your body. Then it stops suddenly and retracts. You gasp, sucking in air greedily, and feel the pressure of the probe pulling out of your belly. The machine moves away from you, leaving you gasping and trembling. It turns its attention to your thighs, probing and prodding before reaching your hips. There, it begins working its way up your body. You try to fight it, trying desperately to resist, but the machine is relentless. You can feel it moving along your entire form, touching every inch of you in turn. Each touch causes more and more pleasure to well up within you. Your moans and whimpers become louder and louder as the machine works its way up your body, until finally it touches your throat.
You whimper and moan as the machine presses against your neck, stretching it wide and pushing it upwards. It feels as if it will never end, as if your neck is being stretched thinner and thinner. And yet, when the machine releases you from its grasp, your neck no longer appears deformed. In fact, your neck is now even thicker than your head, giving it an odd bulging appearance. You bend your long neck downwards to get a look at what the machine has done to your torso.
There, right in the middle of your stomach, is a hole. It looks like a mouth, but much larger and wider. It opens wide, revealing rows upon rows of sharp teeth, each one bigger than you could have ever imagined. You shudder, afraid of this new feature, but you find that you also cannot help but stare at it. You're curious about the gaping maw, and suddenly you realize that you can feel with it. Taste with it. Just like with what used to be your hands.
It feel bizarrely natural as you open it wide and extend a massive tongue, tasting the air with the strange appendage that now protrudes from your body. You lick your lips experimentally, finding the sensation pleasant, but not quite pleasurable. Still, you are fascinated by the new ability, and you explore it further, licking the ground in front of you and sampling the flavors of the chocolate there. Your tongue is huge and powerful, able to lap up great gulps of chocolate with ease. But after just a few moments, your tongue grows tired and you grow bored of exploring the flavor of the chocolate.
With a sigh, you return your tongue to your body, closing your jaw. As you do so, you notice something else about yourself. Something you hadn't noticed before, because you were too distracted by the more obvious new feature of your body. You had always been aware of your tail, which was curled beneath you. But now, with your tongue outstretched, you notice that there is another part of you, one that had previously escaped your notice. A third arm extends from the base of your spine, just above your tail. Unlike your other two arms, this one is smaller, shorter, and much less muscular. It hangs limply over your back, dangling behind you. You raise your hand slowly, examining the limb in curiosity.
You flex your fingers, feeling the fine hairs on your skin tingle. You raise the hand and wave it around, testing how dexterous it is. You feel your fingertips brush against the wall of the chamber as you make gestures with your tiny hand. After only a moment, you become elated as you realize you have hands again! Well, one hand. In an awkward location. But nonetheless, it gave you some sense of normalcy back. You begin waving your little hand around excitedly.
But soon, you come to your senses and look nervously back at the machine. It seems like anything you do might set it off again, and you're not sure how to proceed.