The rich aroma of coffee filled your nostrils, drinking caffeine in the morning isn’t exactly the most pleasant thing in the world, but it’s the only way you have to stay awake this early.

You get in your car and go to work, you park it in the parking lot, you greet all of your work colleagues and finally you arrive at your designated cubicle, now you just needed to go through endless documents full of business jargon, great! It's certainly not the worst job in the world, since it at least pays well, but you've been doing this for the last 25 years of your life and is not like you're getting any younger.

Even though you wish you were, your hair is already whitening, your back hurts and you're nowhere near as active as you used to be, and you wish you could go back to simpler times, maybe this time you could have ended up building a family instead of deciding to work yourself to death every single day because you were promised some kind of social accession, maybe you could be coming home to that Cute brunette girl from college instead of sleeping alone through the cold deep night every single day. But you try to not focus too much on it, as you go back to focusing on your job.

Hours passed by as you finally finish your work for the day and can finally go back home, even though your home routine isn't any less repetitive than your work one, the peak of your night was right after eating and showering, where you could spend a few hours before sleep mindlessly browsing in internet forums, but today was a little bit different, not in the activity itself but in your findings; eyes glazed over, you almost missed it.

A thread buried deep beneath layers of shitposts and bait, it had no replies, no signs of life, it was posted only 1 minute ago and the title read:

"The fountain of youth is a lie! Do not believe in the falsehoods of the voluptuous goddess!"

For a moment, you hesitated, but then you finally decided to click it. The post was a mess, cluttered with incoherent symbols and gibberish. but the message hidden below it all was crystal clear:

"I have seen what becomes of those who accept her offer. No matter what she says, no matter what she promises. DO NOT DRINK FROM THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH! No one who does remains human."

"Don't be deceived by her perfect face or her deep blue eyes, she's not your friend, nonetheless your saviour. She's a sadistic monster. And everything she gives you, she will eventually take back."

You wanted to reply to it, to ask more details about this "mysterious goddess", but as you pressed enter, the thread suddenly vanished. Deleted. Like it was never there in the first place.

You could have looked more into it, but you didn’t want to. It was already late at night, and you knew it was probably just some kind of creepypasta or hoax, those were very popular when you were younger but you didn't think they were still being posted to this day.

With a sigh, you pushed the spiraling thoughts away. It was probably just some old creepypasta, nothing more. You turned off your computer, changed into your pajamas, and headed to the kitchen. The glow of the microwave flickered as you heated your nightly glass of milk, just like always. The habit had been with you for years, though you couldn’t quite remember when or why it started. but it just made sleep come easier, so you kept doing it Anyway. As you took a sip, the warmth settled deep in your stomach, spreading through your chest. Your eyelids grew heavy. You hastily went to your bed, you still had to go to work tomorrow and you wanted to make sure you could have at least a few good hours of sleep...

You opened your eyes, but your vision was still blurry. As you stood up and rubbed your eyes, you wondered why the alarm hadn’t gone off. And started searching for it, at the very least, you needed to check the time. Waking up in the middle of the night would be annoying, but missing work and breaking your perfect streak would be far worse.

After blinking away the haze, you finally spotted your digital... but it wasn’t showing the time. And the screen was pitch... b-blue? you didn't remember your alarm having such a hypnotizing glow to it, or making loud ticking noises.

"I don't think digital clocks are supposed to sound like this." You whispered to yourself.

Suddenly, the ticking grew louder and louder, Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Until it was finally drowned out by the sound of bell strikes, deep and imposing.
Blue and golden rays burst forth with each chime, forming a staircase of light that climbed towards a massive tower. At its peak stood a slender, but radiant clock made out of gold. It shone so brilliantly that it basically worked like an artificial sun, illuminating not just the strange landscape around you, but also your thoughts.

If it wasn’t clear before, it is now. This place isn’t your room, or anywhere else on earth for the matter.

Even if the golden clock stood tallest among them, it wasn't alone. Quite the opposite, this realm was filled with clocks of all kinds and sizes, towering grandfather clocks, tiny analogs, digitals blinking in silent patterns, ancient sundials, and hourglasses the size of buildings, these enormous hourglasses even served as pillars, holding up other clockwork structures.

Everything was bathed in sapphire. The metal, the glass, the sand, all of it glowed with the same deep, hypnotic hue as your old alarm. It was beautiful, but also terrifying.

You had no time to appreciate the architecture though, as a mysterious figure descended the shining staircase. As each strike of her stilettos echoed like a commandment, filling the air. The massive clock above her head turned once with every step she took, in perfect synchrony, like even time itself obeyed her.

When she reached the base, her overwhelming presence was made even clearer, her imposing legs stepped with a pristine grace, and her huge... immense... massive... colossal mammaries combined with her sheer stature made you instinctively shrink back. The worst of it all, she looked human, a really gorgeous one even, but you couldn't help but feel uneasy around her, like there was something off.

“Hey handsome, my eyes are up here, you know?” she teased, gently running her fingers through your hair.

“I’m Ouro Kronii, the Warden of Time. What brings a cutie like you to my lonely little dimension? It’s not often we get visitors here.”

“We?” you asked. “There are others here besides you?”

She gave you a short chuckle. “Calling them ‘people' would be giving them too much credit, but yeah, there are others.”

With a single clap of her hands, hundreds of tiny humanoid clocks emerged from every direction, their gears spinning and feet ticking across the sapphire ground like a chorus of tiny mechanisms.

“These things are called kronies,” she said. “They’ll make sure your stay here is flawless… assuming they can actually do something right for once.”

As she continued speaking, several of the kronies began to cling to your lower limbs. Their faces weren’t human, but the shifting patterns on their clock faces managed to express their pitiful desperation. Some of them were even more aggressive, tugging at your lower limbs like they wanted you gone.

To which Kronii noticed and assured you, "Don't care about them, they're probably just jealous." She continued after her teasing remark.
"Come with me. I don't usually do personal meetings, but I can make an exception just for you... So, tell me, what time-related problems do you have? A time loop? Time passing too slowly? Too fast? No need to send a fax or a letter. I can fix it for you right now!" A gentle grin formed on her face.

"Do you, mayhaps, know anything about a supposed Fountain of Youth?" You asked her.

"Oh, do you mean this?" she answered, gently pulling down her clothes, revealing her plump breasts and swollen nipples.

"You didn’t really think something as silly as a fountain of youth existed, did you? This is the closest thing we have here, the Milk of Youth. But you know, I can't give you too much of it, or else it would disrupt the time balance and throw the entire temporal economy into chaos..."

She continued to explain the intricacies of this mystical transaction, but you’d be lying if you said you understood any of it. Her words faded into the background as your focus was entirely consumed by the divine sight in front of you. Her tits were perfection itself, large, symmetrical, the soft pink of her areolas contrasting with her creamy skin. They were the cherry on top of an already perfect vanilla ice cream.

"So you're aware of all the terms of this contract and accept its conditions? I can offer you 15 ounces of milk right now, directly from the source. Plus 30 ounces to take home. Not as fresh, but still delicious and equally potent in its rejuvenating properties. I really wish I could give you more, baby boy, but like I said, it would be too damaging to the flow of time."

You didn’t need to hear anything else. Your body moved on instinct. You pressed your mouth right into her delicious nipples, engorging half of her breasts and massaging the rest to make sure you could taste some of her sweet milk. As you started to suckle, the god's nectar began spraying right into your mouth, it tasted awesome. And the cute sounds she made only made you even more eager to suck.

Then came the alarm.

Kronii's voice echoed softly, almost bittersweet. "Looks like your time is up, dear... You’ve had your share. But don't be sad, When you wake up in your dimension, a nice bottle of Time Milk will be right by your side. Make sure to take good care of it."

Five days later.

The rich aroma of coffee fills your senses. Ever since your return, you’ve been mixing a bit of Kronii’s Time Milk into your cappuccino every morning. Nothing else could compare. You look younger, feel stronger, think clearer. Life has been completely transformed.

The office girls invite you out for karaoke today, but you politely declined. You don’t care about karaoke, or them. You care about Kronii. Only Kronii.
Later, at home, you stare at the bottle, almost empty now. You savor every last drop with reverence, knowing full well how precious it is. But it’s not enough. You need more.

That night, you fall into sleep after drinking all of the goddess's milk and once again, you find yourself in that familiar dimension beyond time.

You kneel before her. "Please... I need more." Kronii sighs, as though she expected this. "You know the rules. The more you take, the more you give. There’s a price to pay." You nod. You don't care. Whatever the cost. It’s worth it.

"Very well," she says, brushing your hair back. "From now on, you are mine. A kronie, through and through. No past. No future. Only now. Only me." And so you stayed.

Time passed, She fed you, sustained you, owned you. But you were happy. One day, a new figure arrived, stumbling into the dimension as confused as you once were. Some of the other kronies whispered to him, tried to offer warnings. You didn’t. You simply watched, cradling your next dose of milk, smiling in contentment.
Let him find out on his own.

After all, life as a milk-chugging kronie was good enough for you.

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Pub: 10 Apr 2025 18:30 UTC

Edit: 10 Apr 2025 18:44 UTC

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