Hamlet's life had been turned upside down. One moment, he was a shy, reserved 17-year-old human boy. The next, he awoke in a strange new world, reincarnated as a Transformer - the only male in a realm of shapely female robots.
Everything looked different through his new optics. Buildings towered above him, gleaming metallic skyscrapers of red, silver and purple. Sleek transformer vehicles zoomed by on the streets. And everywhere he looked, curvy feminine figures sashayed about, their plump behinds and breasts bouncing hypnotically with each step. Hamlet's own body had transformed into a hulking humanoid robot, broad and muscular, with an enormous armored codpiece concealing his throbbing human cock.
As Hamlet stumbled down the sidewalk in a daze, a stunning blue and gold botslave strutted up. "Well hello there, handsome," she purred, eyeing Hamlet's huge bulge. "I'm Sapphire. Seeing you're new around here, I figured I'd give you a warm welcome."
Sapphire pressed her voluptuous chrome body against Hamlet's, her round metal ass grinding against his crotch. "Oooh, what do we have here?" She giggled as his dick strained painfully against his armor. With a seductive moan, Sapphire bent over, her cleavage spilling out of her chest plate. "Let's get a bit more...intimate, shall we?"
Hamlet gasped as Sapphire's pussy, slick and steaming with machine nectar, unfolded like a flower from between her thighs. Rising on end, his cock burst free of its armored confines and plunged deep into her tighter-than-tight transformer snatch with a squelch. Sapphire quivered and cried out in ecstasy, her passage clamping down on his throbbing human shaft. Hamlet groaned in bliss, pounding the hot, hungry bot mercilessly as she begged for more.
After that, Hamlet lost count of how many bombshell transformers he'd bedded. There was Cherry Bomb, whose pussy literally detonated orgasms as he fucked her senseless. Candy Cane, whose ass was so bubbly and juicy he wanted to motorboat her forever. Strika, the sadistic dominatrix who made him worship her perfect posterior. Arcee, whose cunt clenched like a vise. And many, many more.
Everywhere Hamlet went, he was surrounded by desperate, cock-hungry femmebots. His human dick was the envy of all the females - hard, long-lasting and utterly ravenous. Their pussies took his cock like they were made for it. The more he plunged into their quivering metal honeypots, the more addicted he became to the wanton pleasure.
But sex Eventually caught up with him. Hamlet's rampant sperm built up and overwhelmed the transformer s's electrical systems. One by one, their bodies shorted out, overloading on his potent spunk. Cherry Bomb, Arcee, Strika and the rest all collapsed, their minds lost in orgasmic stasis, strung out on his seed. The authorities were called and soon the entire city knew who was responsible.
Exiled for his crime of excess, Hamlet fled to the wilderness. Yet he couldn't help himself. Everywhere he saw a sexy transformer, he had to ravage her, to flood her circuits with his seed again and again. He became a pariah and sexual outlaw, fucking bots to ruin and reveling in it. His cock destroyed more robots than a whole army could.
And still, Hamlet lusted for more. The curse of his human dick haunted him always. In this world of she-bots built only for his pleasure, he would never be sated. He'd keep conquering pussies until the end of days.