Objectification Overload: An Object Overload TF Saga

Tick Tock, Your End is Soon

Gaia then pressed a button, as wires came out of the clock, and wrapped around Clay's arms, causing Clay to yipe.
"No! What the hell are you going to do to me, you psychopath?!" Clay asked as the wires were beginning to pull away at his arms, as blood began to spill out of the wounds as well. With a few loud SHRRIPs resounding throughout the house, Clay could feel his arms being torn off his torso, blood gushing from the wounds as they were spilling onto the floor.

Clay couldn't believe that his arms were now on the floor, he could no longer feel them, seeing the skin, flesh, muscle, bones, veins, arteries and nerves on the ground. The sight of it was enough to make him throw up onto the floor, staining his once pristine, white polo.

Suddenly, as Clay fell on his ass, he could feel his legs beginning to become thinner and thinner, blackness spreading down as he was screaming in pure agony. Bones were getting crushed as fat and muscle were being leeched away. He could feel his legs becoming wire thin as well. Clay then could feel his feet beginning to crack and pop, as his brown loafers were beginning to burst open, pops and SHRRIPs can be heard as his feet turned into featureless semispheres for feet, his toes merging together as well.

Clay noticed how dexterous his feet had become, as he could feel a sharp jolt within his nether regions, his manhood shriveling up as it was throbbing like crazy. Suddenly, the pain had vanished, so did his manhood. He was now rendered technically genderless, although he still felt like a male.

"W-what the bloody hell is this?! Gah!" Clay cried out as his innards were beginning to painfully destroy themselves as cogs, gears and circuits were beginning to shred through them, bones breaking as he felt something rushing up his throat. It tasted metallic, before he vomited on the floor, with blood spilling on there. Clay could feel his black hair falling out as he could feel his body shrinking down, spinal disks collapsing, as his neck was cracking and popping as well. Clay's skin was turning into plastic as it was paling out to a very pale beige, off-white color. Clay could also feel his shirt and pants tearing before reforming into a brown frame, hardening into wood as well.

Clay couldn't believe it, as a loud, violent SNAP resounded throughout the room, as Gaia relished in Clay's pain and suffering, causing his neck to disappear, and force his head to be lodged right into his torso. However, why stop there? When Clay can now say hello to everyone's favorite word, CEPHALOTHORAX!

Clay screamed in agony as his head was shoved right into his torso.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Scream, Clay, SCREAM!" Gaia snickered.
"Shut up, you fucking psycho bitch!" Clay shouted as two off-gray clock hands formed on his face, as his nose and ears melted back into his face. Suddenly, Clay could feel his glasses slowly shifting, turning into metal as it was covering half of his body, becoming a robotic mask with wires, indicating the he might still be a genius inventor after the transformation is over. Clay could feel his eyes beginning to sting and water, as he could feel them turning from brown to a pitch black color, being reduced into little beads.

As the last strands of his hair was a falling out, his jaw began to feel sore, as he could feel his gums bleeding, his teeth flattening, merging together, tinging a pure white color, braces breaking off his teeth, it was a painful process. Clay could feel his teeth becoming two rows of perfectly aligned rectangular teeth. His tongue brightened to a brighter pink color as his mouth turned as black as night, his lips being reduced into a simple black line. With a few more coughs and adjustments, his transformation into a sapient analog clock was now complete.

"W-what the bloody hell?!" Clay asked, sitting and looking around. Part of his vision seemed to have some interface, information about his vitals and location to name a few things. Clay noticed the location states to be Unknown, meaning if Gaia changes his mind, he will no longer know this location, Mountain Town.

"Well, it looks like your mind just needs to be changed, and then you'd join your kind real soon, Clock." Gaia snickered.
"That's not my-" Clay then heard ticking, replacing his heartbeat. Suddenly, he could feel his head beginning to pound like crazy as he could feel his mind beginning to alter.

Old memories were slipping away from his grasp, as Clayk could feel memories of being best friends with Bolivar beginning to turn into a rivalry with Boombox. Clayk could also start feel himself forgetting about Mountain Town, as Animania was replacing it as his home.

Clack could feel memories of building recovery centers flooding in, as previous claims that recovery was impossible was leaving him, along with phantom limb syndrome. He started to feel that being armless is natural and he was always armless. He could also feel his friendship with Glaze turning into the one with Globe. Clack could also feel memories of competing on Object Overload and leading a team called Team Time, and getting ticked when his team loses.

With the last shreds of his old identity slipping away, long gone like hours, Clay Timberlake was now dead to the world, replaced by Clock.

"What is this place-" Before Clock could say anything else, Gaia had injected a sedative into his nonexistent bloodstream, which made him pass out.

As Gaia grabbed Clock and took him to the car, she had Peirce in mind, and she knew that Pearly would be the perfect object to transform Peirce into.

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Thank you for reading this chapter and feel free to suggest me anything for the Pearly chapter.

~♡SoulBFKinz/JBK85♡