The Progressively-Censored Thing That Wrecked You. We're Doing That. On Purpose

Description: Hands flat. don't touch. this one builds through shame and nothing else — no hands, no permission, just the hellish cockpit revealing itself layer by layer, every wall lined with mimic cocks that read your pulse and mirror your state, until your body makes a decision entirely without you. you said you wanted to shudder and lose control. here we go.