Why was this happening? Was this what roboticization felt like? Sonic truly felt sorry for all the woodland creatures he had rescued before, and it gave him the tiniest bit of resolve to fight back - only to have a squirmy metal rod dart past his lips, subsiding that. It fed deep down, triggering his gag reflexes, but no matter how many times he coughed or tried to do anything to get it out, it wouldn't stop.
More of these things seemed to join in, these new ones started rubbing down his chest, which caused him to wince even more than the phallus down his gullet, as something strangely sensitive seemed to exist on both sides of his pecs - as he looked to see why it felt that way, he nearly broke down:
Sonic was growing breasts.
He teared up, as he wanted to cry, but instead, he cried out in pure ecstasy as he splattered and stained the once pristine tube, seemingly inviting them to join in, covering him inside and out with an icky substance that seemed to leave him tired. As they all left his body, with him wiped out on the floor, the smell of his cum and the perfume came together noxiously, but he kinda liked it now.