Shaping the Clay ~ Create !

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The Animal Realm was, befitting of its Darwinist nature, a cruel place for the weak. A fact you, a lost human soul, got to experience fairly quickly after your arrival to this underworld metropolis. Death was a surprise, life after it more so, yet the greatest surprise was immediately getting jumped by beast spirits for being a human not wrapped in chains. So, now you found yourself running down the streets bathed in crimson light in a blind panic, throwing your arms out wildly to swat at birds and sometimes having to stop to deliver a kick to some four-legged critter.

What a mess this all was. More beasts poured into the alleys on your trail, one peculiar figure coming to stand in your way. You swung a fist in a wild haymaker to remove the interceptor, only for your arm to be caught in a firm, firmly human grip. Golden eyes stared blankly into your own and then past that at where the packs and flocks had been chasing you. Had was the operative word, as you found yourself checking over your shoulder to see humanoid shapes clad in armor routing what little remained of the horde. Your arm wasn't released, and you spun your vision back to your savior.

She was eye height with you, though that wasn't saying much, and she tilted her head as she inspected you, the white ribbons holding up her buns tilting over in an almost dog-like fashion. Without a word, she released you and turned away seemingly satisfied and motioning with a hand for you to follow. The illusion of choice in the matter was quickly shattered by the soldier surrounding you in a square formation, the closeness enabling you to see that they weren't as human as you had first thought. Simplistic faces sculpted from clay met your gawking stare stolidly as they clasped your shoulders and led you on to an unknown location.

Exiting the cityscape, the apparent destination came to view immediately. A wall stretched before you, the rampart high above and manned by more of those statues, and a great door decorated in gold and lacquered black. Despite its height, the canopies of trees peeked above it, and the door opened to a verdant garden at the signal of the leader of your capturing troop. Your were led through the forest, over a bridge above what seemed to be a moat, and deeper into the greenery on the other side. It wasn't until you reached a downward path into some underground complex that the party stopped before a much more complicated door than the main gate. The blonde girl stepped forward to a panel beside the steel blast door and put her hand to its surface, initiating some kind of scanning sequence. A short pause and positive chirp of some security system prompted the sliding open of the door and the sight of something much more advanced than even the city.

The ceramic boots of your captors clinked against the metal floors as they escorted you into a complex of unending tunnels, the walls marked in what seemed to be unending scrolls of data written in a language that you couldn't understand. Through more blast doors you came before one that seemed even more important, marked with what looked to be a keyhole. The entourage left you with just the girl who operated another panel, hunched over and shooting glances back to you to ensure that you weren't peaking over her shoulder. The door slid open to a larger room with a woman absorbed in pouring over documents on a steel slab of a table. Despite the technological advancement of the room, she wore traditional clothes that seemed more fit for a potter than a researcher of any type.

Your "savior" ushered you forward and the woman bent over her files straightened up and turned to you with a warm smile. You opened your mouth to ask a question, but she simply put a finger up to let you know to stay quiet. She whispered something to her subordinate and gave her a pat on the head, eliciting the first emotion you'd seen from the girl; a smile that quickly disappeared back into a stoic professionalism. The assumed leader of this complex faced back to you and took your hands gently in hers. You instinctively backed away from her touch, but a gentle smile from the researcher proved disarming and she whispered something in what you guessed to be Japanese. You loosened up, allowing her to examine you closely as she squeezed your palms and traced the curves of your face with the tips of her fingers. At this distance, it was undeniable that she was a head taller than you and more noticeably was quite well endowed, her chest dangling in front of your face as she bent to inspect you more. She gave you another warm smile before saying something to the blonde one. A sharp pain cracked the back of your head and the last thing you saw was the quickly approaching view of the researcher's bosom as she hugged you close. Your consciousness sunk below the surface of the waking world, the dull ache in the back of your head and the feeling of plushness against your cheek fading away into nothing.

Bright, sterile light roused you. Something lurched you forward as you brought your head up from a hanging position. Your arms were held above you in cold steel blocks that completely encased your hands and the situation was much the same for your feet below you. You were completely exposed to the world, clothes having been disposed of some time ago. Another lurch began a constant movement forward, prompting you to struggle in your restraints as you looked around wildly. The only things you saw in this massive white hall were guide rails that conveyed you forward and a long room with frosted glass looking down, the silhouettes of two people presumably watching you. You glided along on the track at a smooth pace until it slowed to the first stop. The ground around the rails showed seems that led to pillars rising around you, sleek mechanical arms unfolding from them and bearing numerous sprayers. A feeling of viscous liquid filling the restraints caused you to squirm and the sprayers began applying a layer of light beige liquid that smelled earthy on your legs. As it moved up, you struggled more until you were forced to close your eyes when it reached your face. More and more layers were applied and before long your entire body felt heavier and heavier and your skin tingled unnaturally.

You tried opening your eyes to see what you looked like now, but found the task impossible no matter how hard you tried. In fact, you found that you couldn't seem to move your body at all, not so much as even a twitch. The conveyer resumed its motion to another dreaded stop. You could hear, muffled through the layers encasing you, more arms unfolding. An apparatus from behind held your head straight forward. You waited in the void in fear of what came next. A scraping sensation, as if by a cut-off wire, at your sides greeted you first. You could feel it through the layers removing more and more and terror gripped you as it went past the layers and the next layer was where your skin would be. However, it was painless and the wires glided through where your midsection should be with ease, continuing to remove more until you were sure that you were now fairly lithe at the waist and stomach. The sensation left you shocked by the confusion. You could feel your arms above you being worked over with fettling knives that whittled them down to slender proportions. Potter's needles worked and etched at your extremities, the excess materials removed to somewhere else.

Prickling sensations assaulted your head, tools extruding and lengthening the layers over your hair as blades shaved down your chin, nose, and brow. Delicate and acute tools worked around your eyes, the sensation of every single eyelash being painstakingly sculpted washing over your muddled mind. In other places, the material that was removed was being added. Something smacked against your ass, adding a hefty smattering of the clay-like stuff to it haphazardly before quickly smoothing it over until all you felt was the extra-weight of your now much larger derrière. The sensation that shocked you back to your senses was when the same happened to your chest. Panic quickly overtook confusion, and you know now the exact plot being enacted as the machine smoothed over your new petite breasts, carefully molding the caps into hints of nipples. You willed yourself to move as it added to your thighs and slimmed down your calves, dreading the last removal, but it was to no avail. A wire hung above your pubic mound, pulled taught, and sliced down in a quick motion. You mentally screamed as the machine molded the outer-lips of the genitalia that now fit your body shape. The arms finished with a polishing of their work of art as you sank into mourning for your lost manhood.

You were conveyed once more and promptly enclosed uncomfortably inside what felt like a metal sarcophagus. Heat emanated from the walls and quickly turned to scorching on your new skin. The sensation burned deeper through the tissue until it reached your very core, and the flames dancing across your brain case encoded new ideas. The burning brought information of the Animal Realm, of Keiki, your creator, of Mayumi, your sister in arms, and of your purpose, the protection of the human spirits in this section of Hell. The heat made it impossible to focus and drive these thoughts away, incinerating your mental defenses and driving these facts into you with repeated loops ad nauseam. It felt like eternity until the temperature cooled and the walls pulled away from you. A calm had settled into you, and your eyes opened to greet the world once again with irises of gold.

You weren't restrained any more; simply standing on a platform that had formed when your foot restraints unfolded themselves. Calipers on the ends of robotic limbs came from every angle, measuring your proportions as you obediently reoriented yourself to allow them access to the spots they wished to assess. When it was done, the conveyer moved once more. The parts of you still left over from the curing poked at your new assets, finding no actual areolae capped your perky breasts nor that your vagina went much further than past the lips. These were suggestions of human anatomy, not actual human anatomy. You weren't human anymore, after all. The final stop brought to your little platform a mirror and your uniform. The you still there marveled at your blemish free skin and just how much you changed into a spitting image of her. You clothed yourself on programmed instinct until you stood before the mirror, an exact copy of Mayumi. Joutouguu Mayuni. That was your new name.

A small step ladder extended down from the platform and Lady Haniyasushin and Mayumi met you expectantly at the side of the line. The former beamed with pride at the resounding initial success of her first attempt at a factory production of her finest work while the latter smiled lightly, much removed from her usually serious behavior.

"Mayuni, you've turned out wonderfully."

The new knowledge hardwired into you allowed her praise to be fully understood, and a part of your heart leapt at it.

"However..."

Lady Haniyasushin trailed off.

"...there's one last test. I know the old you is still there. If you'd really serve me, serve the human spirits in this realm, please step forward."

She held out her arms in invitation for an embrace before continuing.

"But, if you wish to go back to how you were, all you need is ask."

The answer was instant and without hesitation. Of course you were still you. However, you were Keiki's loyal haniwa soldier, Joutouguu Mayuni, first and you second. You practically ran face first into your creator's boobs, nuzzling them in a frankly unprofessional manner. Mayumi's cheeks heated up from embarrassment and looked away while Lady Haniyasushin pulled you deeper into a hug. For now, this behavior was fine. The first success of her mass-production of Mayumi, her finest creation, warranted celebration of all involved. Though, Keiki worried over the long lines of hugs and head pats that awaited her in the future.

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Pub: 23 Jan 2025 07:31 UTC
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