Iron Reign Reprogram


Written by Septia.


“That's a good meatbag.” 
	The encouragement from the gargantuan automaton above weaved in stitches of regret in my conviction. However, seeing as the MegaEmpress had me in her clutches, the option she was presenting was as ever more tempting than the prospect of being reduced to a skid-mark under a monolith heel. Megam's thighs extended around me. I could see right into the crevice — once hidden behind a hatch — bared for me: still, sleek metal, sculpted into a plush grooves as soft as silk. I placed a palm against it, it bent as gelatin to the touch. 
	It stood half as tall as myself, temptation picking at the back of my mind. 
	“How ironic, that a species with such a short lifespan, wastes it on contemplating their existence, time to kick into a new gear for you, and turn your future wasteness into greatness,” Megam declared from above. 
	In no less had I the moment to steel myself before her matte black palm scooped me up against the fold of plasticine metal, warping at the faintest pressure from my frame. -Chhsltpsth- A cacophony of squeaks and clenches of iron polymer battered around me. All to the chorus of Megam's satisfied, moaning guffaw, as the folds swallowed me, and my vision entombed in the metal abyss. 


-Bhghs- -Bhhrsgs- Throbs in the rhythm of a polished clockwork engulfed me, I felt myself hoist upwards, through the funnel of pressurized plastic.
	“Uncomfortable? Exquisite. Relish in that dreadful agony of your mortal coil, I'll free you into a suitable vessel soon enough.” 
	I heard her taunts echo through the chambers, speakers casting Megam's voice into a cocoon of sounds. Light engulfed me, parting the darkness as the veil of dawn. With my arms freed I covered my face from the stark illumination. -Ckkth- -Kckth- Shackles sealed my wrists, a harness strapped to round my chest… The gentle, if taut, tunnel giving way to the bonds of cold steel anchoring me into a chamber of surgical lights and outcroppings off metal bending and folding in waves around the chamber's walls. It jammed me into place the missing piece of the mechanical puzzle. 
	“I-I am s-starting to have seconds thoughts, hat iii don't want to-.” 
	“Wants are irrelevant, there are no longer any merit to, your, wants,” Megam reiterated, as voice ramping up with each word, as I felt some prodding at the back of my neck, “I’ll craft you into an instrument, to full fill, my needs.” 
	-Chhhkthhck- There came a quiver of an electrical exchange as the needle punctured my nape, a crack of bone, muffled by my own sinew and marrow, when it pierced my neck… and then… 


There was a sense. There is. Empty. A biography, erased back to the first word of the first page: 'I'. Remnants of my mind latched onto what remained of my body, shovelled into a new chamber of the giant. 
	Heat became pressure. Solid became liquid. The tethers of self wiring me to my body dissolved, along with the presence of my form. My own body, robbed from me, melted in a callous showcase of practicality. I hadn't considered, that she didn't require my body… A stench of fossil fuels…
	And despite it all, 'I' remained. I felt the vague presence of Megam's voice, distant, alien. Then, there came new tethers, branching out, rooting myself with the jolt of kick-starting a motor, . Sensation… retur-. 


~ 1 ~


“-turned.” I blinked aware of f my surroundings, the metal sculpting into patterns, unlatching form the walls, sparks flying as metal soldered onto metal, and my frame was polished in to a mirror shine. Only the best suited the empress. Circuitry became the nerve tethers within my frame, seeing the brass arm bend and spread its palm as I thought it sent a chill down my spine. Yet, there was an inherent sense of intrigue and… excitement. -Shhrlslpghts-. The gap below me pursed shut over my feet, and Just as I was delighting in the use exploring my metallic musculature, it as restrained from me, as the funnel devoured me whole. 


-Shhrrst- -Chhrslgh- A crinkle of submerged, crumpled plastic greeted me to par cleaved exit,. . Tethers lubricant drooled over me as the crevice moulded around my head, sculpting around the marketably cornered shoulders, and regurgitating me in a puddle of Megam's ejection fluids. 
	Seems that I was mistaken, it might have been an improvement, but not by much,” Megam sneered and flipped me over, laying on my back staring up to the roof of the sterile — then sanded — room. 
	Through some trial and error I got up on my knees,, peering down in the reflective sheen on the floor, I saw defined, angular face staring back at me, in a familiar brass and yellowed hull. -Wrrs- Grind of cogs ad magnetic pistons kept imprinting the strange impression and sensation the image was giving me. 
	“WH-whaaa…” I said, my voice box adjusting, stuttering. 
	“And on top of it all, already broken, you tell me you are worth more than the fuel I liquidised your body for.” Megam scoffed and grabbed me. had I grown bigger? 
	“Lets take you for a test drive,” She mused a while her grip tightened. -SCHhhrr- -Chhrs- -Chhthc- the chorus of warping electronic filled my brain, waves of changes afflicting my body. My back snapped back,, feet segmented and fanned out to a dome around framing my face; crotch flattened as Megam planted me on the ground. Parts clunked ad slotted into place, I felt my whole bulking up. Certainly did not feel like I was turning into a truck. 
	“Aha, my, would you look at who grew into a big bot,” Megam mused and plucked me off the ground, parting her legs for the now familiar funnel to open behind the sliding hatch. -Sppthsht- lubricating oils drizzled my face as I plunged inside, At this point, I had gotten an understanding of what kind of 'implement' I had morphed into, … several conflicting feelings occupied my now dildo body, as Megam drew out on her test drive of me to make, laying back on the ground to pump my body through her hatch, the world in her moans pendling between bellowing chimes and muffled humms of bliss as I dipped down the automaton's drive slot. 



~ 2 ~


 After enough time of pistoning through the Megaamperes's hatch, my sense of time had eroded; the world blinking in and out of existence, but now because of clogged ocular receptacles, instead of being dipped down her chrome cauldron. I 
	“That should have burnt off most of your body, Do you miss it? You will learn to love being at my beck and call, StormDrive.” Megam ensured and let my frame rest in her palms. 
	-Chhrh- -Chhrorht- CHJT- Then the wiring started up again. Metal plates folding out, shifting, connecting, latching, up-heaving. My Body unfurled, and yet it Wasn't to what I expected. The new form I took on left me with even less mobility, yet my appearance put a smile on Megam's face. 
	“I will be the bigger bot and admit, you flesh sacks can be recycled inefficiently.” She held me up towards her chest. I felt… an attraction, strong and radiating through my circuits… -Ctt-chhnnk- I snapped into place against her armour plating, the precise mold to fit h
	Cast to fit her mold, leaving no atoms f air between the metal sheets. 
	“The girls may even be adequately impressed, if I bother to show you off.” As Megam passed a mirror, my vision caught onto the bronze and auburn metal bra which laid plastered over her chest, looking back at me as my reflection. My bra-mode etched with intricate depictions of my eyes, melding in with a pattern of crevices and crannies of metal folded to ft the gas a garment, secluding even my appearance of life, whatever left of it I had. The mirror was gone as soon as we had passed it, and I got the feeling that the sensation that moment left me with, would pave the way for my time in Megam's service… the sensation was… somewhat warm… by the time we passed another reflective surface, the bronze bra had two splotches of flustered pink, filling in the visual role as nipples. A dash of amusement, which allowed me a moment's respite. Perhaps, this was for the better.