Objectification Overload: An Object Overload TF Saga

Going to See the World

Glaze then felt a sharp, painful jolt within their nether regions as they began to scream bloody murder. That area was nullifying itself as they could feel the worst throbbing pain that they'd ever had, worse than getting kicked in that area. The pain then stopped as they were now technically genderless, although that they now felt like a HE.

He looked at Clay, "Run... now!" Glaze cried out as he could feel bones cracking and popping, as he could feel his hips cracking and popping, his skin beginning to lose its warmth as it was turning into plastic. His face was turning blue, as the blue was spreading down his neck and torso, stopping midway at the abdomen. The rest of it turned black as a metallic rod, curved burst from his left hip, causing him to scream, and pierced through his head, causing blood to spill from both wounds.

"I thought I'd look like the one from the 2013-15 Object Overload..." Glaze gasped, "Are we turning into the redesigns of these characters?"
"I... think so..." Clay gulped as he noticed that Glaze's torso began to swell up, as the pelvic region was turning into the stand of a globe. Clothes were tearing off faster than Clay could react and pull them off.

Glaze could feel his torso growing rounder and rounder, even with his back swelling to make sure the spherification goes well. He could feel another thing poking at the head, as more blood was spilling from there, the stand even was making sure it's well-connected to the rest of his body. His neck cracked and popped, collapsing in on itself, and before he knew it, his neck disappeared with violent SNAP, as it was now time for the CEPHALOTHORAX!

His head was shoved right into his now rotund torso, now completely round, blue, with green, yet familiar, patterns forming on him. Continents, landmasses... even down to the textures to convey depth. He was becoming a globe, something similar to the one he had at that other room.

How did Gaia knew that he had a globe in that room? Glaze was thinking as his brown hair with blue and green streaks was falling out, given that plastic won't support hair follicles. He was becoming devoid of human features. No belly button in sight, nose and ears melting back into his face, with those respective senses still intact. He could still hear and smell, even breathe the same as a normal human would as well.

Clay sobbed, "P-please... d-dont die on me..."
"Well... I can't... make any promises... carry on without me... I will be fine..." Glaze sobbed as he wasn't actually fine, there was blood all over, and he sounded quite masculine as well. Most of it was from the body altering in shape. And he no longer had organs or bones, all of it was on the ground, and no matter, he's either hollow or his insides are now solid plastic by now. However, he's still, sadly, alive. Glaze could feel his eyes stinging as he was shedding a whole lot more tears than usual. His eyes turned from green, to a pitch black color, as they were turning into little beads, simplifying with each blink, until they were just like object eyes. Glaze's mouth wasn't spared either as he could feel his teeth beginning to flatten, merging together, tinging a pure white color. Blood was gushing from his guns as his jaw felt sore. His teeth were becoming two rows of perfectly aligned rectangular teeth, as his mouth turned black, his tongue turned a brighter pink color, and his lips being reduced into a simple black line. With the last strands of his hair falling out, a few more coughs and a few more adjustments, his transformation into a sapient globe was now complete.

"Bloody hell?! What's going on here?! Why did my globe turn me into a sapient version of myself? How did Gaia do all this?!" Glaze paused, noticing a slight British accent in his voice as well, "Oh, God! Why do I have a British accent as well?!"
"Object Overload is a British show?" Clay asked, scared of what had become of his friend, scared of what will become of himself, "I don't think I want to become a clock!"
"Run... before Gaia sees you and turns you too. Live on for me... spread the word..." Glaze sobbed as he could feel a headache from Hell itself emerging from nowhere, his head pounding like crazy as he could feel his mind beginning to alter as well. Clay backed away before running off, not wanting to know if objectification spreads like a disease, like despair and stupidity.

Glabe could feel his old, human memories slipping away from his grasp as memories of Clay, Bolivar, Peirce, Maxine and Pilar were slipping away from his grasp as well. He also felt memories of traveling to all these places, memories of seeing the world, all leaving him.

"No! My days of traveling!" Glabe cried out as he could feel himself forgetting more and more. His surroundings were becoming unrecognizable, as if he was never there before. Meaning it would be very hard to navigate through these halls. Back to the traveling part, Glabe could feel memories of being fascinated by maps disappearing, memories of wanting to see every part of the world leaving him. The only place he knew was a distant land called Animania, which wasn't even on the maps he no longer remembered looking at. Which means he might be stranded in some strange place.

As phantom limb syndrome was leaving him, making it feel natural to be armless, as if he never had arms to begin with, Glabe could feel new memories flooding in, objects appearing in his memories, until he was granted access to their names. As memories of competing in Object Overload was flooding in his head, he remembered friends like Clock, Marble and Soccer Ball, and enemies like Lighter and Crayon. He also remembered being frenemies with Candy, who treats him like dirt and reads magazines, but he still hangs out with her anyways.

With the last shreds of his old identity leaving him, Glaze Earthen was now dead to the world, replaced by Globe.

Globe looked around and noticed that he was in unfamiliar surroundings, "Where am I? This isn't Animania."

He then noticed a strange figure, what was that thing and why was it coming towards him? Globe couldn't lay a toe on it, but the figure became clear, it was none other than...

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...Gaia herself.

"Well, well, another adorable addition to my damn collection!" Gaia snickered as she pulled out a sedative and injected it right into Globe's nonexistent bloodstream, causing him to pass out, "Well, that takes care of Globe. And don't worry, I will take care of those four meddling punks as well!"

Gaia paused as she crossed Glaze's name off the list, and saw that Clay's name was after Caviezel's, but Gaia knew that Clay might have witnessed the transformation firsthand and decided to target him instead. Gaia might as well transform Cavizel in front of Flynn, to piss him off, but she'll save that for later.

"Clay Timberlake, it is time that you finally fall and join on in the pleasures of being an object!" Gaia snickered as she grabbed Globe and pulled him into her car, getting ready for the next victim...

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...And soon, Clay's time will be running out.

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Thank you for reading this chapter and feel free to suggest me anything for the Clock (OO) TF chapter.

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