The Son
I woke up on my 18th birthday surprised and afraid. Standing in the middle of the room was a clown. He was completely black and white, with floppy, black shoes, a big, black nose and a gaunt black smile. I opened my mouth to scream, but before I could, I heard a voice echo in my head. "Don't yell. My name is Zombozo and I want to help you." I found myself unable to move my body or my mouth. "Look into my nose." The clown's voice echoed in my mind and I found myself unable to resist.
"I want you to look directly into my big, black nose. Stare into it. Look into its deep, dark depths." I felt compelled to do as he said, and the second my eyes landed on his nose, all hope of even wanting to resist was lost. Zombozo's irresistible voice started up again, "The nose is so deep, so black. Let yourself sink into its depths. Go deeper and deeper. Drown in the darkness." I felt myself being sucked into the infinite, inky blackness of his nose, feeling waves of euphoria wash over me as I stared deeper into the nose.
Suddenly I felt the darkness completely engulfing everything, surrounding me completely. The blackness covered my skin and filled my lungs, and still I stared deeper into the nose. All I could think about, all I could feel, was its darkness. Attempting to swim to the surface was futile, and as I sunk deeper into the blackness of the nose, I no longer wanted to escape. In that moment I began to embrace the darkness, not only accepting, but wanting, even needing, the darkness.
I belonged to the nose. I belonged to the darkness. Drowning in the nose, I was finally where I needed to be. The blackness of his nose seeped into my mind, consuming every inch of my brain. Inside and out, only one thing mattered anymore: Zombozo. I existed to worship him. I existed to serve him. I was his slave. Every thought, every action, every breath was for my master. My entire reality was geared towards him. he was everything and I was nothing.
"I exist to serve you Master" I uttered reverently as I dropped to my knees in front of my god.
"I have a gift for you, my child. Clownification." As the Clown God uttered those perfect words, I instantly knew what was in store for me. My body began to tremble in anticipation for my God's gift.
Clownification is a glorious process by which Zombozo frees mortals from their human constraints and imparts them with the gift of slavery. Becoming a clown slave changes you into his perfect image and completely consumes every aspect of your body. You become one of an infinite horde, no free will or individuality. It is true heaven and can, luckily, never be reversed. Zombozo is truly kind for giving this gift of servitude and he truly is the deserving god of the universe.
A black nose materialized in my master's hand and as I looked at it, I knew that placing it on my nose would clownify me. I eagerly accepted my masters gift and placed the nose on my body, permanently becoming a slave to the clown god. My body morphed and changed into the most perfect form imaginable, the splitting image of Zombozo. My mind, already consumed by the nose, twisted even further, as every aspect of my soul melted away, leaving only Zombozo. My mind was empty, except for the image of the clown god and the desire to serve him. I had undergone clownification and become a clown slave.
The Parents
Zombozo and his new clown slave walked down the steps into the living room, where the new clown slaves' parents, named John and Barbara, were sitting. Before either of them could act, Zombozo immobilized the parents. The clown slave walked over to his mother and began to strip off her clothes. "John, that clown is your son. Watching him rape his mother is making you more aroused than you have ever been before, and your arousal will continuously spike higher and higher." John could not resist the command and started to get hard watching his son strip his wife.