{"sf1_id":2040412,"sf2_id":"k1V9bgjn","title":"Many Keys, a New Face","author":"Loosf","words":1246,"posted_at":"2023-08-21T15:47:00.000Z","tags":["Automaton","Clockwork","Machine","Raccoon","Transformation"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2040412-many-keys-a-new-face","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/k1V9bgjn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/41/58/41588f15-3894-4456-b095-41468e0d8a96","description":"A happy patron returns to an establishment that provides interesting delights.\nClockwork transformation, body manipulation, mind manipulation, masturbation\nMy little clockwork horny stories are not usually explicitly furry, but his one involves transformin into a brass raccoon","content":"Clockwork transformation, body manipulation, mind manipulation, masturbation\n\n  \n\n  \n\nReturning.\n\nIt has been a while since you came here. Memories of the last time you stayed.\n\nIt felt like a wonderful dream. It always does.\n\n  \n\nThis time won't be different. You will be, of course. There is always something new to it. Something different. Changes for body and mind.\n\nYou keep coming back. A change. Pleasure and joy.\n\n  \n\nEverything set up. You are already sitting. You wait. The attendant will come soon. What kind of games this time? You asked for a surprise.\n\nThen again, it is always a surprise.\n\n  \n\nThe attendant comes. Wearing a porcelain mask.\n\nPerhaps a porcelain face? Could be just a costume. Listening attently.\n\nIs that a faint ticking you hear? Maybe just your imagination. But maybe it is there.\n\n  \n\nA key. They touch you with it. On your neck. You've had it on your back. On your stomach. On your chest. This time low, on your neck. And it goes in.\n\nAnd they twist it.\n\n  \n\nYou can feel the change radiating. It is delightful.\n\nOrgans.\n\nFlesh.\n\nBone.\n\nSinew.\n\nReplacing them with metal. Porcelain. Glass. Gems.\n\n  \n\n  \n\nYou\u0026nbsp; know they are there. Wheels and cams and sprockets and levers.\n\nYour lungs turn into bellows. Breathing. What games will be played?\n\n  \n\nBut it is not complete. No.\n\nYou are still soft in parts. You do not worry. It is part of the process.\n\nThe attendant reaches into their pocket. There are other keys.\n\nOther keys.\n\nWhat is this game?\n\n  \n\nThe attendant presses one, in the base of your spine. It feels wonderful. It is a delight. It goes in. And\u0026nbsp; it\u0026nbsp; twists. And you feel your limbs change. Bones into brass rods. Skin into smooth plating.\n\nAll of you changing.\n\n  \n\nBut it is not over. You are still VERY MUCH yourself. There is more changing to come. A third key.\n\nWhere will it go?\n\nThe attendant produces a box.\n\nA box? This is new.\n\nThis is novel.\n\n  \n\nTheatrically, opening the box. You stare at it.\n\nAh\n\nThis is to be your face.\n\nTriangular. A snout. A mask.\n\nWhat's this?\n\nNot a fox.\n\nNot a dog.\n\nAh.\n\nA raccoon's face. Curious.\n\n  \n\nThe attendant places it over your own face.\n\nAnd waves the third key in front of your eyes.\n\n\"Are you ready, dear?\" They ask.\n\nAnd you nod. The last changes are coming.\n\nAnd they press the key against the mask's forehead.\n\n  \n\nAnd then it touches \\*your\\* forehead. It goes in. It twists.\n\nAnd then your thoughts cease.\n\nStillness.\n\nYour body feels the changes.\n\nBut your thoughts have entirely ceased.\n\n  \n\n  \n\nThe attendant winds you up. In the same order. The key at the bottom of your neck, until the mainspring is taut.\n\nThe key at the base of your spine, until it can't turn anymore.\n\n  \n\nAnd then they start twisting the one on your forehead.\n\nYour body feels it. You don't.\n\nNo reason to make it slow. One twist.\n\nTwo.\n\nAnd then they pull it back. And your mind starts working again.\n\n  \n\n  \n\nWheels and levers and cams and pinions and escapements.\n\nYou feel again\n\nYou\u0026nbsp; think again. How much of you is in this form?\n\nPlenty. You know. You cogitate\n\n  \n\n\"Ah! Welcome back!\" the attendant says.\n\n\"Are you ok? You can speak\" they ask.\n\n\"And your voiceworks start. Your bellows fill. Your voice. Flutelike. You exhale an answer. Yes.\n\n  \n\n\"You will like this, I am sure\"\n\nThey treat you as a person. Not a toy.\u0026nbsp; You can hear your own workings. Your head ticking. Your bellows filling. You can feel. You raise your hands, you touch your face.\n\n  \n\n\"Oh! Yes! This is a new face, we thought you might enjoy it, if not, we will adjust for future visits\"\n\nThe attendant produces a mirror. You see yourself. And the noise in your head speeds up. A brass raccoon.\n\n  \n\nYou touch it and delight on the textures. A hinged jaw, fanged. A segmented brass tongue inside. A shiny nose. A mask. Like a bandit's\n\nNo eyes. Or if there are, they are behind protective glass lenses. Opaque.\n\n  \n\n\"This is going to be a fun game. I did not expect you to like it this much! Your mind was spinning fast\" they said.\n\n\"I am going to give you an instruction, and I want you to enjoy it as much as you can\"\n\n  \n\nThey grab one of your hands. THe one you were touching your face with.\n\nThey direct it to your crotch. Oh.\n\nYou are equipped with genitals this time.\n\n  \n\n\"Repeat this motion. And please, enjoy\", they say.\n\nThey position your fingers, and touch your hand to your genitals.\n\nAnd they start a rythmic motion. And it feels delightful. Your bellows fill up. And you start moaning.\n\n  \n\nThe attendant makes you rub yourself. Touch yourself. Play with yourself.\n\nAnd you hear the clockwork inside your head speed up.\n\n\"Very good! Yes! You are a good player\"\n\nA cycle. Repetitive motion.\n\n  \n\nAnd you hear your thinkworks work faster.\n\nAnd you enjoy it.\n\nAnd you moan. It is not even intentional. It is automatic. Your body knows. Your body works.\n\n  \n\nAnd you love it. And you feel every single motion\n\nAnd you do not change it. You obey. You keep doing it. Your genitals. Do they feel this good when you are made out of flesh? Is it the same configuration?\n\n  \n\nIt does not matter. All that you feel is joy, pleasure, happiness.\n\nAnd time starts to feel like it is going longer.\n\nYour thinkworks\n\nthey start\n\nslowing\n\ndown\n\n  \n\nyour body, your moans\n\nthey keep at the same pace. The motion continues. But your mind slows down.\n\nThe pleasure feels like it fills all that you are.\n\nIt feels like it stretches to eternity\n\n  \n\nAnd then it stops. Your mind stops.\u0026nbsp; Your body's movement, the breathing, the moans\n\nThey continue. And they cause your mind to start again for a second. Again.\n\nFilled with pleasure.\n\nAnd then it stops, your thinkworks unmoving.But your body doesn't.\n\nYou are not there. But it feels. It continues. The moans. The rubbing.\n\nThey continue.\n\n  \n\nUntil they stop.\n\nFirst the moans. Your bellows inflating and deflating one last time. Your pleasure unvocalized now.\n\nAnd then, later, your hand. A sticky mess. Your body leaked. It was good, it was pleasurable.\n\n  \n\nAnd you stay there for a moment. Watched by the attendant.\n\n  \n\nStill. Not a stir.\n\nAll your springs slack.\n\nAll your motion ceased.\n\n  \n\n  \n\nAnd then they approach again.\n\nAnd insert the key in your head.\n\nAnd turn. And turn. And turn.\n\nAnd they let go.\n\nAnd your mind races. And you process it.\n\nAnd it spins.\n\n  \n\nYou process everything. All the pleasure. All the stimulation. Everything.\n\nIt built up. That was the game. That was the purpose.\n\nYour mind spins. And you are consumed by pleasure.\n\n  \n\nThe mechanism inside your head is noisy. But you do not even mind. Everything that is you in this form is drowning in pleasure.\n\nAnd it continues.\n\nUntil you wind down again.\n\n  \n\nAnd then you start to turn back. Little by little. Metal and glass turning into soft flesh. Organs. Sinew. Blood.\n\n  \n\nYou are left panting.\n\nYou remember all. Every single touch. Every single caress. Every moment of stillness. The experience of not \\*being\\*\n\nof not \\*being\\* while your body touched itself.\n\n  \n\nThe attendant takes the mask off.\n\n\"We hope that you enjoyed the experience. Please tell us if you would like to repeat it in the future, and any changes you would desire. We are here to serve\"\n  \n  \n\n"}