He gasps in shock, drawing back only to stumble into more tentacles, and feels something hard and cold clamp over his mouth. Suddenly his breathing is forced and uncomfortable, hissing through a mechanical mask.
The tentacles lazily surround his arms and legs as he feels something thick pushing into his mouth, moving upwards until with an indescribable feeling, it penetrates his brain and begins to massage his very essence.
Obey...you are a machine now.
He does not even feel it as more pieces of machinery are clamped onto him, screwing themselves directly into his flesh.
Somewhere far away, a screen blinks:
Found program: Blueballs. Overriding...