"Okay, how do I get to this place, and what do I have to do?"
"It's down in a back alley in Central City. Off 91st St. Take a left. Look for the blue button, press it, and a green scanner should appear. After it scans you, tell them I sent you. Passphrase is 'The Milky Way.' They'll let you in and then you can ask what you need to pay. Just leave if you don't want to."
I took a deep breath. I looked at him again. Kent had gotten new clothes in the last week – well, I'd gotten him new clothes. He'd given me some credits and I didn't ask where he got them, I just asked what he wanted and I went to the store. I was cheaper than a delivery service.
He looked good. The black tank top with the deep sides strained against his torso, trying to keep it all contained, but his pecs easily emerged from the sides and sometimes – if I was lucky – a nipple. Damn, his nips were hot. And the way he moaned when I chewed lightly on them ...
His shorts were another matter. He sent me to a store I'd never heard of, but they had underwear and shorts I'd never seen that fit him right. I made note of it because I expected I'd be back for some clothes for me when this was all over.
He stood at the door and waved. His entire frame filled the doorway. I still couldn't get over that I had to look up to look into his face. I brushed my hair back, out of my eyes, and I walked to the transportation hub. An hour later I was on E 74th St and making my way down. I hadn't been in Central City in awhile, but that was because it was so high-end. People were here because they had made it. Or, they were from families that had enough money that they didn't have to make it themselves. Their clothes were clean, and they were pressed. Their shoes weren't open like mine. I got stares. I remembered why I hated this city.
I hurried down to 91st St and took a left. I saw a long ally that was pretty dark, the lights looking like they had purposely been destroyed rather than were just waiting for a maintenance bot to replace a fixture. I kept going, getting more anxious. I shoved my hands in my loose jeans, keeping my arms close to my body for warmth and to prevent my jeans from going down too far. I wasn't wearing underwear, and I didn't own a belt. I hadn't eaten for a few days, trying to save a few more credits even though I was sure those wouldn't make a difference here.
Finally, I saw it: A small, blue button. I pressed it, and my finger went through. The button disappeared, and a green laser scanner passed across my entire body. After a second it was done, and a few seconds later, I heard a voice, "What's the passphrase?"
"Kent sent me. The passphrase in, 'The Milky Way,'" I replied, with more confidence than I felt. I was practically shivering in anticipation and cold, my tiny brown nipples hard as steel through my thin shirt.
I heard several locking mechanisms clicking, the sound of metal grinding or swinging, and then the wall in front of me disappeared. It was a hologram. Figured that a place like this would have the latest tech. I didn't hear anything further, but I interpreted it as an invitation, and I walked through. The hologram came back up behind me and then I heard a heavy door shut, that same metal grinding sound. Then lots of locking sounds.
A man appeared from the side. He was just a little taller than I, with dark hair and features, in stark contrast to my pasty skin and light hair. I brushed a fallen lock back behind my ear. The man was not slim, but not muscled, either. He didn't look like he'd been enhanced, at all, making me wonder: Was I in the right place?
"How did you hear about us?" he asked, not wasting any time.
"Um, my friend. My roommate. Kent. He was here last week."
The man nodded. "I remember him. Big Red?"
"Yeah. Well, he is now!"
The man smirked. "And I suppose you want the same?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"Come with me." The man walked down a corridor that was fairly dark, and I again shivered more out of anticipation than the air temperature. It smelled moist and metallic as we passed through the metal corridors, rust spots showing their age and the level of upkeep here.
There was a small table and two chairs. He took one, and he gestured to the other.
"Did – Kent? Right?" I nodded. "Did Kent tell you what this cost?"
I hesitated. The man looked at me, expectantly. "Y-yeah, he said that he had to send you referrals, and as long as you got enough other people he sent, he'd be paid up."
The man nodded. "What do you think is a fair price for you?"
I was silent. I hadn't expected this question. I expected him to give me a number of credits so high I'd thank him for his time, leave, and fuck my frustration into Kent's ass.
The man's eyes searched me. He leaned back, steepled his fingers, and continued, "The price is different for everyone, and what I want is different from everyone. Kent offered me the referrals and I hadn't gotten that as an offer before, so I was intrigued. I agreed more out of curiosity."
"Can I offer that, too?"
"Sorry, no. One-time deal."
I looked dejected, down towards my feet. My index toe was sticking out of the front of my shoe. I pulled my foot back in my shoe and my toe went back inside. I wished I could afford new socks. Or shoes. But socks first. I certainly couldn't afford this.
The man watched me with curiosity. I thought about my shoes and I thought about what I could offer. What I could offer, or should I just fuck Kent with my 4" dick that was as thick as one of his fingers now. Was there anything this man could want that would buy me the kind of mods I wanted?
After several minutes, he spoke up. "Look, I'm not without a heart. I can see that you really want this, and I know we did a great job on Kent. He's like a walking advertisement for us – for those in the know, anyway. The authorities ... they don't need to know. You're what, 20, right?"
"Twenty-one," I replied, with more indignity than I meant.
"And you're fucking poor as shit and a twig because you can't afford much food and certainly don't have time to work out, right?"
I nodded.
"One year left in government housing and then if you haven't found a job you go begging on the streets?"
I nodded. I felt a lump in my throat and my stomach felt queazy. I thought I was going to throw up.
"But look, what if I give you a taste? What if I give you a taste ..."
"Jay."
"I'll let you have a sample, Jay. Then you can go home, think more about what you could offer me, and come back. Would that work?"
My eyes lit up and I sat up so straight I thought I might be as tall as Kent now. Or, I felt that way.
"Yes!" I practically screamed.
He laughed a little. "Alright, let's get up, follow me."
He took me down another hallway and into a room that was just as run-down in appearance as the rest of the area. It was lit with a blue-white light panel. I heard the man flip a switch, and neon signs lit up. A blue neon sign read, "HIGH PROTEIN."
Then, the biggest dick I'd ever seen came through the opening. Bigger than Kent's. I stared open-mouthed. I walked up to the window but the dick kept me over a foot away – I couldn't see past it. I could tell it was attached to a hugely muscular man with dark hair, but that was it.
I looked over to the man. He gestured to the dick in front of me which had quickly gotten hard and grown to a massive 18". This guy was into some serious shit. I didn't know how the enhancements worked, but this was beyond anything I'd heard rumored.
"Just suck on it," the man directed. "If you want the free sample, sucking his precum is the sample. It will give you a nice taste of those enhancements, and then you can decide what you think it might be worth, that you can afford."
I looked back at the dick. It was throbbing, and like Kent's, it was starting to drip precum. I reached out my hand and the man called out, "No! Mouth only."
I put my hand down and tried to catch the throbbing shaft. It tapped my tongue and I used that to hone in: I opened my mouth as wide as I could and just barely managed to get the slightly yielding, spongey head into my eager orifice. I felt the juices start to slide down my throat, a few slide down my chin. I licked the tip of the head with my tongue, then somehow managed to get my tongue out of my mouth while the head was still in, and I licked the frenum.
The giant phallus shuddered, and it thrust forward. I was impaled, and I heard grunting. I felt the dick get bigger, and I felt a massive load of fluid travel up the shaft, bulging out over my tongue, and the head get even larger, pouring the gushing milky cream down my throat and into my gullet.
It all happened so fast, I didn't know what to do. I finally managed to get my hands up and used them as leverage to push off. I sputtered and coughed, a few drops coming out of my mouth and spit on the floor. My head bent forward, I completely forgot about the dick until I got a second giant blast that completely covered my hair. Then another got my shirt as I turned to get out of the blast zone.
I was dripping in milky white cum as I looked towards the man, wiping cum from my eyes, and I sputtered, "I'm sorry!"
The man just stood there, just smiling.
I looked back at the giant cock that was still spewing cum, though the volume had died down. I looked back to the man, and then suddenly I doubled over in pain. I collapsed to the floor.
"What? Help!" I managed to eek out.
The man's footsteps slowly echoed in the hall and grew louder as he approached me, then stopped. He reached down and pulled my chin up forcefully, making me look him in the eyes.
"I *am* helping you," he replied.
"Ugg!" I spasmed in pain, releasing my head from his hand, my body feeling hot yet shivering and my head was swimming. "But..."
The man grabbed my chin again, and he bent down, his face inches from mine. "I know you can't pay. Kent and I discussed it at length last week when he was here. He really wanted to get bigger, but he couldn't pay, either. Well, not credits, anyway. And then he did offer me something that no one had ever offered before. I really was intrigued. Do you know what he offered?"
I couldn't answer, the pain spreading everywhere through my body.
"Of course you don't. You're not going to know much in a little bit, anyway. No ... he really did offer me a 'referral,' of sorts. He offered you. You really need better friends.
"As payment for my services, he offered me another body to modify in my own very, very special way, and add to my collection. You see, my enhancements are unique. They're not some modern tech that uses nanobots or something mundane like that. I use cum. DNA modification. Semen that gets in there and changes your DNA. Each man in my stable has a different effect when someone drinks their cum.
"Nathan over there," he nodded to the dick that had finally finished cumming, "has special cum that will convert," he chuckled briefly, "sorry, *is* converting you to a changer. I don't know what effect your cum will have on someone, but there are more than enough poor saps who find me that we can experiment on the next guy."
"But-- but, the cops!" I managed to get out.
He laughed, his breath stale to my nose. "No one tells the authorities because the authorities use my services as much as anyone else, so it doesn't matter. I own the cops. The politicians. There's no one to run to. And you're not going to want to run ... soon.
"Oh, and one more thing: the transformation process into a changer, as Nathan's sperm works its way through your system – re-writing you at a fundamental, genetic level – it needs fuel. Yeah, it carries its own high protein fuel with it, but it also feeds off your smarts. You might already be feeling its effects. Pretty soon, you're going to be a big, dumb breeder to make me money and only care about getting off in some pretty man's tight holes. Or ugly man's. You won't care, you'll just want to get off.
"Now, I know this is pretty painful, and you do need some more energy, so ..." he pulled out a hypo, "... nighty-night!"
I heard the hiss of the hypo and the pressure against my neck, then sweet nothingness took everything away.
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