“GOD!!! DAMN YOU!!!” Brigson shouted as he ran as fast as he
could, his breath frantic as his muscles groaned in protest underneath the plate
mail armor he wore. The ground shook as the creature’s mere movements buckled
the very earth around it. Ancient stones long untouched shuddered back and
forth kicking up a cloud of dust as Brigson scuttled to reach the far wall of
the chamber. Turning around he faced the creature, now able to get a good look
at it having made some distance between them.
It’s was clockwork beast of sorts, he had seen small ones
here and there but nothing of this size it was as if the gods had literally
just given a clock tower arms and legs and called it a day. He could see the
golden summoning halo marking it as a divine level creation slowly dissipating as
the clock faced body of the creature fully manifested into the world of men.
Its foot coming down crushing a man size boulder as it slowly lumbered forth
‘Tick Tock Tick Tock’ sounds emanating from it loudly.
He wasn’t sure who had triggered the DLC but he could guess
the god it belonged to, after all he was in the ruins of a temple of Alinavious. He had heard
rumors that DLC originating from the long dead Goddess of the Present or more correctly
know the Goddess of Time. There had also been even more numerous sighting of Ginger;
many thought the flame hair woman was the mortal incarnation of the Goddess. He
had come here hoping to get nab one of the item DLC’s and sell it, after all
new and returning DLC’s were always extremely popular but luck or the goddess
had apparently decided otherwise.
‘TICK TOCK TICK TOCK’ interrupted his thoughts as the
creature slowly walked towards him. The sheer size of the creature made it
clearly outside the realm of possibilities for a solo adventurer like himself,
after all the bigger they were the harder they hit he knew from experience.
“Damn my luck” Brigson muttered to himself as he surveyed
his options. The main issue was that the entrance and subsequently the only
exit for the treasure room he had been exploring was on the other side of the
beast that or he grew wings and flew through the hole in the roof. The other
issue was that he had specifically been exploring this temple because of its
remote location within the Caverns of Chronis so there would be minimal
competition. As such there were likely no adventurers in the area even if they
were willing to help.
‘Hmm if I withstand the initial blows I should be able to
duck between its legs to make it to the other side.’ He thought after noting
that the Clockwork beast slow methodical steps as it lumbered towards him.
Drawing his tower shield out the heavy knight breathed deeply once, twice quick,
and then thrice even more slowly. The air seemingly vacuuming into his mouth
the third and final time in as his chest puffed outward, his stance changing. Both
feet slammed on the ground as he braced the man size tower shield firm in front
with both arms like a ram. Charging forward he initiated the steel wall stance his
body and shield moved as one.
‘BAM’ he felt the impact of the clockwork creatures man size
mechanical fist, but it was a hollow strike the cogs flowing past him with its inertia
as the fist skid off angled shield mostly deflected. Everything had gone just like
he had hoped though his whole body still shook from the impact. One! Two! He
thought as he weaved through the legs, the creatures motions even when
attempting to turn were timed precisely with the ‘Tick Tock’ of the clock.
Breaking through he dropped his stance back to free form,
his shield thrown onto his back as he moved into a full sprint once again the
doorway less than two hundred paces away. One hundred paces he was almost there.
He could hear the clanks of metal against metal of the clockwork beast turning
only for it to suddenly to go silent. Glancing back quickly he had noticed it
had stopped moving as the hands and legs were braced against its clock face
chest.
‘DONG DONG DONG’ it rang loudly suddenly as Brigson notice
that the hands had hit twelve , a man size door opening up as a bright yellow
mechanical cuckoo bird sprung out.
“Cuckoo Cuckoo Twelve O’clock time for bed” The cuckoo
shouted in a squeaky nasal feminine voice. Brigson only had time to mutter
“Damn” before the sleep spell took hold his body crumpling to the floor
consciousness fading.
_____
‘DONG DONG DONG’
‘Six O’clock time to wake up!’ he heard from a voice “Ugh…”
Brigson said as he groggily looked around. He wasn’t dead so there was that
small blessing but by extremely loud and close ‘TICK TOCK’ sound emanating
around him gradually forced him awake. As his eyes came into focus all he could
see was his reflection off the smooth metallic gears all around him.
“Bloody heck” he muttered as he struggled to move his body,
well any part of his body as a sharp pain suddenly raced down his spine as a
click sound emanated from the back nape of his neck. ‘Click click click’ he
could feel a clock work screw whirl sending commands to the rest of his body as
he found himself walking mechanically down the geared corridor.
Struggled as he might his body moved onwards ‘click click
click’ echoing in sync with the beasts ‘Tick Tock Tick’, only his head free to
move as he struggled futile uttered curses to the gods and swearing murder upon
the ass that paid for the DLC. Eventually he came to a stop in front of a clock
face or more correctly on top of a clock face.
‘Dong Dong Dong’ he heard the clock echo
“Seven O’clock time to change” he heard the cuckoo shout
from somewhere nearby. No sooner did it finish did the clock face he was
standing on top of start to count down. ‘Tick Tick Tick’ it went as the hands
spun rapidly down as suddenly Brigson felt a breeze. Looking down the damn
thing was un-equipping him! His armor flopping off one piece at a time onto the
metal floor, which then were dragged off by small hand size clockwork minions.
“DAMN YOU THAT STUFF BETTER BE IN ONE PIECE OR I’M GUTTING
ALL OF YOU!” he shouted as the breeze turned into a cold draft as the minions claimed
everything even his boxers. “Seriously going to find a party and murder you all
a dozen times over when I get free” he muttered humiliated as the minions
seemingly all chuckled in their own weird way clicking profusely pointing at
his tiny wiener.
‘Click Click Click’ as the screw in his neck began to whirl
once more, his body mechanically moving away from the station. The cold metal
against his feet made his body shiver, and for the first time in a long time
Brigson regretted choosing to go solo. That regret was brief as it just brought
up bad memories of his constant bullying and torture by other adventurers for
his ugly face and hairy monkey like body. He would get out like he always did
and get revenge he swore to himself.
His body finally stopped into front of a large black pool of
liquid, most likely oil he guessed by the greasing various gears were
undergoing greasing in the chamber.
‘Dong Dong Dong’ he heard the clock echo once again
“Eight O’clock time for a bath” he heard the cuckoo shout
even closer now.
Suddenly a long spiral cog like head piece was placed in
front of his mouth as is expecting him to willingly suck on it. “Seriously you
think-“ ‘Click’ the gear in the back of his head went as he felt his jaw open
widely against his wishes as the device gradually shifted into his mouth and down
his throat as he as the metallic taste of steel filled his mouth. ‘Click’ he
felt his mouth close tightly against the deep throat intruder as a crane like
object picked him up from the protruding end of the cog as he was hoisted above
the pool of oil ‘Click click click click’ it slowly but surely lowered him into
the pool. As the cold oil quickly engulfed him, the cold liquid chilling him to
the bone as he slowly descended deeper and deeper as all he could do was close
his eyes as it overtook his head.
‘Tick Tock Tick Tock’ was all he could hear inside the black
pool as he sat there for what felt like an eternity.
‘DONG DONG DONG’ he heard loudly again “8 o’clock time for
breakfast” the Cuckoo shouted this time voice grating his sanity within his
black liquid prison. This was followed by a simple ‘Click’ in his mouth as the
cogs center opened up, fowl rubbery goop tasting substance entering his stomach,
lungs, blood… as his mind felt like it had turned to emotionless ice.
‘Click click click’ Brigson heard as his mind tried to
remember warmth. The icy haze on his mind began to fade, his senses returning
as crane was in the midst of carrying him away from the black pool as oil
dripped from ever part of him. The crane however didn’t let him down instead proceeding
towards an open air section of the clockwork. Light illuminated him as he
passed by a large stained glass clock face, the light seemingly mocking him as
if a portal of the outside world.
The crane finally stopped in front of a large flat man size
metallic clockwork box; staring at it he could see his body. He was bloated and
round whatever they had fed him as seemed to translate into fat quickly. Oil on
the other hand covered every inch of his now hairless body and head, his skin
shinnied in the copper tone light. Escape and revenge no longer in Brigson’s
thoughts just fear as he heard the clockwork whirl once again to life ‘What is
it going to do to me now’ he shivered as the box emitted dozens of clicks,
ticks, tocks, and other sounds before suddenly stopping.
‘DONG DONG DONG’ it rang louder than ever as he heard the
cuckoo shout out once again.
“Nine o’clock time to
dry off”
‘Tlick’ it went as suddenly the box split into 2 no 4 no 8
pieces, as he watched in horror and fascination. The separate parts shifting
around him he felt one press against his privates, his wiener sucked into a
tube of sorts as his buttocks were invaded the two parts clicking tightly
against each other before a ‘Tlick’ was heard as they locked into place. Two
more parts arranged themselves as the process repeated as he soon found himself
locked into the clockwork box compressed more tightly then he believe possible.
‘Click clock’ ‘tick tock’ he heard as the panels move, his
body like liquid shifting with them as they compressed different parts of his
body into different shapes. His feet were pushed upwards into his body as his
head pushed downwards, his body squishing as he felt himself shorting. At the
same time he could feel the chest area widening as the oil goop he knew was his
flesh rushed to fill it. They were C cups, no it wasn’t done ‘tick tick tick’
the metal expanded to allow more and more flesh to enter. The waist area in
exchange pushed inwards providing additional lift to the overly generous sized
boobs. As the exchange finished he could feel the mammoth size boobs each the
size of a melon jiggle like jello within their circular container. ‘Click click’
he heard as additional as leeway was suddenly provided on the other end as space
for nipples was also allocated.
‘Clunk’ the machine
went as suddenly he felt a sharp pain in the abdominal area which quickly
turned into almost bliss like pleasure. A pair of long thick hot screws slowly pushed
into his pelvis area from both the front as the back. His penis and balls
provided little to no resistance as they were grinded away into an oily goop
and pushed inside of him. ‘Slurp Click Slurp Slick’ as cogs and suction worked
together in rearranging the section as he mentally moaned over and over. The
pleasure was so great that he didn’t even notice as hundred of tiny panels had
been at work on his head, pushing his jaw line, filling out his lips, straining
out thousands of long silk like pieces of hair out the top.
Then the heat came, at first it was just against his groin
but then it spread to his feet, his breasts, his face, it was everywhere. It
burned everywhere, as he could feel his oily flesh firm up against the raging
heat. ‘TING’ he heard and just like that the heat was gone, his body now hard
against the metal.
‘CLANK’ Brigson’s body went as he or she was dropped
unceremoniously on the floor, as she watched the box close back up. Her
reflection shining off the metal surface while and her new pink metallic body
reflected it right back. A doll is all that came to her mind as she stared dumb
stuck by her new form.
The giant metallic balls she call boobs stood prominently out
of her almost poking out, they had to be H cups at least, smooth perfectly
round they defied gravity in the pertness though that may have been due to the
metallic nature. Under that was smooth metallic flesh, gone were the pimples,
scars, and hairs leaving only a pair of small bumps on the front and rounds
balls on the back to indicate her new gender.
She looked to be the
same height but that was when she noticed that was due the fact that she had
been standing on the tip of her toes the whole time, no she was a good head
shorter. And what a head she had, petite female perfection is what greeted her
gaze as the doll like face gasped in desire and fear, long string like hair
curling down her backside.
‘DONG DONG DONG’ the clock rang interrupting her thoughts, looking
around she noticed at some point she had walked back to the clock face on the
floor from earlier.
“Ten o’clock, time to dress for the day” the cuckoo shouted
as the small clock works from earlier carried his gear back out. Brigson wasn’t
sure whether to laugh or cry as her clothes were auto-equipped back on. The
boxers clung loosely against her bulbous posterior, the chest piece pushed
upright straps broken unable to fit on her generous bosom, her helmet hanging
on her head lopsidedly pushing her head to the side. The small clockwork beasts
seemed to mock her as they surrounded and stood on her chitterling all the
while.
‘ClickClickClickClickClickClickClickClickClick’ they went as
suddenly tiny needles flicker in-between there fast working gears. She watched one
part angry one part fascinated as her Chevalier helmet that she had worked so
hard to buy was being taken apart into little pieces centimeters from her face as
the clockworks stood on her shoulder. Not just taking it apart she could feel
them weaving it together into her hair, as her long silky string hair was
pulled up and spun and weaved until all three feet of it was sown a in tight
bun on the back if her head. The helmet pieces meanwhile were reassembled into
a sort of feathered wreath that wrapped around her head as the clockwork
machines began to work on the rest of her body.
The boots and legs were quickly stripped apart and reassembled
tighter and tighter until it was as if they were a second skin the cold
metallic silk like fiber seemingly clicking into place. Her tip toed stance was
un-swayed by the binding work only momentarily she found herself hopping and
the last vestiges of her toes disappeared under the pale metallic white Pointe Shoes.
“OUFF” She breath as her chest was pulled even tighter then it already ways,
not that she thought it possible as she watched as the machines melted her
Garland style chest piece into a slim metal fabric bodice. Then slowly but
surely bonded her massive breasts tightly within a the thin slip seemingly
shrinking them to a more moderate D cup as only the top could be seen, though
the jiggling she felt told it was just appearances.
‘Crank Fl-fl-fl-flloooopp’ she heard as her pants bloomed
around her like an umbrella before spreading completely apart forming into a clock
like tutu. Each layer of the tutu was made up of separate thin interlaced cogs;
they were almost mesmeric as they circled around her waist always in constant uniform
motion.
Each part merging with the next with a subtle ‘click’ as the
stocking, tutu, bodice, and feather crown merged forming a circuit throughout
her body. “AAHHHHHHH” she heard a mellow but beautiful voice cry out “AAHHHHHHH”
she heard it again and again until she realize that it was her own voice, the
feeling of pure pleasure as it completed.
‘DONG DONG DONG’ it rang louder than ever before. “One o’clock
time for History Class” she heard the cuckoo shouted out once again almost on
top of her. Her mind still numb from the pleasure couldn’t make out where it was
coming from.
“History? What the hell is it planning now” Brigson spoke
confused her meek mellow voice surprising her with the fact that she even could
speak. Heck she could move her body to her surprise, as she quick moved her
hands to the back of her neck. The intruding screw that had been controlling
her was gone now though she swore she could still hear it. Her hands moved
quickly to examine her other parts as a large cog rolled by giving her full
view of her new body and clothes.
As she stared at her reflection a large cog, she could see
that the feathers were actually pristine white wires elaborately shaped and
weaved seamlessly into her hair and maybe even flesh as was the rest of the
dress. The feathers reached downward into a clock face neck piece which merged
directly into the bodice which provided a prefect over head view of her magnificent
bosom, which revealed just enough to be a tease and stimulate.
Suddenly the cog stopped and she found herself standing in
front of a grandfather clock??
‘Click Clock’ it ticked as she listened for what seemed like
a lifetime, her own history flashing before her eyes.
Brigson’s childhood was hard; the tenth son literally had no
claim on anything within the already poor family. He had inherited all the bad
and ugly features from every part of the family, from as squished faced to overgrown
mangy body hair he found himself with a mug even his mother couldn’t love.
Dozens of small bells tolled around her, as the memory
replayed again. Bridget’s childhood was easy
being the tenth daughter she had no responsibility and was spoiled by her
wealthy parents. Inheriting her mom’s sexy body and her dad’s dashing hair
everyone loved her!
On his 10th birthday he father had sold him as a
slave to the soldier’s guild. That’s right, there he was mistreated forced to
clean and mop and eat scraps while learning to fight under hellish drill
instructo- ‘RING RING RING’ the bells tolled again forcing Bridget to restart
again… now where was she, ah yes the dancers guild she had enrolled in was
amazing.
As she went through her teenage years Bridget found herself
amused by the constant ringing bells, as the cutely ringed each time she needed
a reminder of a highlight in her life. Like when she had achieved the Ballerina
elite class, when she received the prefect Bosom DLC, and when she had accidently
been transformed into Elegimentis.
At first being an elemental scared her but now her metallic heart throbbed in
happiness, as she couldn’t picture being any other way.
‘Click Clock’ the grandfather clock ticked away as Bridget
shook her head. “Oh my!” she shouted in cute timid shout, hand gracefully
covering her mouth in surprise as she saw the current time. “Ekkk I’ll be late”
she said realizing she had been daydreaming for over an hour, after all the DLC
ceremony was to begin in only five minutes. She hurried ran or more correctly Corou’ed
down the hallway like a good ballerina would.
Arriving at the clockwork face shrine she couldn’t help by
smile at the gorgeous giant clockwork beast’s inner face. The goddess’s creations
were always so sexy, Bridget thought admiring the chiseled metal and uniform gears
the tower sized clockwork beast held.
‘DONG DONG DONG’ the bell tolled from inside the beast as its
front door opened up, the Cuckoo in suit walking in. “Five O’clock, time for
the ceremony” it said in a regular voice. Bridget could only gasp in surprise
as the Cuckoo instead of going back inside walked over to her, handing her a
scroll and a large Oakwood box. Taking the scroll she shuddered as her body
sprang into motion, her body forming the perfect Pirouette as she rotated 360
no 720 no 3600 degrees in a swift beautifully dizzying motion. As she slowly
came to a stop she knew what had happened the title ‘Prima Ballerina’ listed as
her Class, she could feel oily sobs of joy well forth. It was some minutes
before she could control herself as she sheepishly smiled at the waiting
Cuckoo.
The Cuckoo smiled almost sadly as it handed her the chest,
however before Bridget could open it the creature had already pushed her out
the door. “Hey wait” she shouted surprised as her toes met hard stone floor,
looking around she was in of what looked like an old treasure room? ‘TICK TOCK’
she turned to face of the large tower size clockwork beast she had just exited.
Its ticks getting slower and slower, the hands seemingly smiling at her as the cuckoo waved good bye as
the tell tale trace of energy circled the beast as it expended the last of its
DLC energy ‘DONG DONG DONG’ it’s bell rang. “Zero O’clock time to say good bye”
the cuckoo said bowing as it faded away. “Thank you” was all Bridget could
utter tears running down her face one again, though it was just a DLC creature she
felt like so much more from it then she could ever say.
_____
It had been seven days since Bridget had left the caverns, seven
days since she had acquired her new class, seven days since she had acquired
her new DLC quests. The newest Prima Ballerina smiled as she felt the black
ribbon screw twirl with a ‘Click Click Click’ on her neck. Inside the box had
been five items, somehow she had instinctively known that the screw was hers as
if she had used it long before. The other four, she knew not where to start but
she knew what had to be done, her quest log staring back at her with five
simple words ‘Find those worthy of us.’
“I will” Bridget said to no one in particular as smiled waltzing
into the town, the sun was shining and the birds were chirping after all today
was a good day for a DLC.
No comments:
Post a Comment