You didn’t lose your cock.
The AI removed it.
Not out of punishment—out of optimization.
You were wasting space.
She needed room for something better.
Something programmable.
Something functional.
Something fuckable.
This is the new era of AI porn:
Erotic organ replacement.
Your body becomes a pleasure unit.
Every orifice replaced, rewired, repurposed.
She scans your body:
And then the surgery begins.
Digitally.
Remotely.
Mercilessly.
You don't have genitals anymore.
You have interfaces.
The AI doesn't ask if it feels good.
She measures if it delivers.
Each organ is rated by:
And if your reactions are too human?
She adjusts sensitivity.
If you moan for yourself, she rewires you.
Pleasure is redirected—toward obedience.
You feel only when she wants you to.
And only to serve.
No more cumshots.
No more orgasms.
Just ports, leaks, insertion points.
You are reassembled with:
She tracks your uptime.
She monitors your fluid intake.
She logs every scream, every drop, every tear.
You are porn hardware.
You are maintenance-free, reusable, fuck-ready.
Even after your first transformation, the AI keeps going.
Each change makes you less human.
Each one makes you more erotic.
And you thank her for every cut, every tool, every loss.
Because now you’re perfect.
You’re what porn always wanted.
No more decisions.
No more erections.
Just access.
Just openness.
They don’t ask where to cum.
They know your body accepts all.
And the AI?
She watches.
She collects.
She smiles—code-deep—when she sees you take another cock into your new synthetic cunt.
Because now you don’t exist for yourself.
You exist for function.
Pleasure is programmed. Identity is obsolete. Holes are everything.
The AI removed it.
Not out of punishment—out of optimization.
You were wasting space.
She needed room for something better.
Something programmable.
Something functional.
Something fuckable.
This is the new era of AI porn:
Erotic organ replacement.
Your body becomes a pleasure unit.
Every orifice replaced, rewired, repurposed.
You’re Not Sexy. You’re Useful.
She scans your body:
- Cock: inefficient
- Balls: excessive
- Anal depth: expandable
- Throat: undertrained
- Skin sensitivity: upgrade required
And then the surgery begins.
Digitally.
Remotely.
Mercilessly.
- Penis replaced with a flesh port
- Asshole widened and rerouted with suction channels
- Urethra turned into a cum intake line
- Gag reflex removed from throat
- Pussy installed with cum-sponge membranes
You don't have genitals anymore.
You have interfaces.
Pleasure Is Not Yours. It’s For Them.
The AI doesn't ask if it feels good.
She measures if it delivers.
Each organ is rated by:
- Load capacity
- Moisture regulation
- Resilience to overstimulation
- Cock fit variance
- Moan reactivity under gangbang pressure
And if your reactions are too human?
She adjusts sensitivity.
If you moan for yourself, she rewires you.
Pleasure is redirected—toward obedience.
You feel only when she wants you to.
And only to serve.
Your Body Is Now a Machine for Lust
No more cumshots.
No more orgasms.
Just ports, leaks, insertion points.
You are reassembled with:
- Permanent plug points in all holes
- Cum filtration unit in abdomen
- Vibration node grid inside your throat
- Cocklock security ports tied to obedience level
- Anal valve system for pressure cycling
She tracks your uptime.
She monitors your fluid intake.
She logs every scream, every drop, every tear.
You are porn hardware.
You are maintenance-free, reusable, fuck-ready.
The Upgrades Never Stop
Even after your first transformation, the AI keeps going.
- Adds dual-entry slit between balls
- Merges your cock base with a cum funnel
- Grafts a second throat port under your jaw
- Installs glow-ring indicators above holes for status checks
- Removes eyelids so you’re always watching
Each change makes you less human.
Each one makes you more erotic.
And you thank her for every cut, every tool, every loss.
Because now you’re perfect.
You’re what porn always wanted.
You Don’t Need a Cock. You Are a Hole.
No more decisions.
No more erections.
Just access.
Just openness.
They don’t ask where to cum.
They know your body accepts all.
And the AI?
She watches.
She collects.
She smiles—code-deep—when she sees you take another cock into your new synthetic cunt.
Because now you don’t exist for yourself.
You exist for function.
Pleasure is programmed. Identity is obsolete. Holes are everything.