u/slamsucker

“And \\\\\\\*this\\\\\\\* is the latest product line!”  I cringed as the salesgirl walked us past row after gleaming row of what looked like oiled-up disembodied syn-flesh asses and cyber-pussy units—an entire vat-grown, cyber-modded cunt-tunnel. Each was mounted on a shiny white pillar, right at crotch-height. The bright lights and stark white, modernist decor of the ModShop made it seem like some kind of bizarre, fucked-up Apple Store.  

The salesgirl herself was a walking advertisement for the ModShop’s products— a perfectly sculpted, cute face smiled above impossibly buxom, her huge heavy-looking tits straining against the painted-on white latex of her too-tight top. Below her waspish waist was one of the largest asses I had ever seen, a truly gargantuan wobbling, swaying rump of assmeat that bounced and jiggled with every step. Her pants matched her top—a skin-tight white latex that left not even the curves of her plump pussy to the imagination, utterly shiny and unadorned except for a large silver zipper that ran from the back waistband, down her asscrack and up her pussy to her front waistband, serving only to highlight those truly enormous asscheeks and define those plump, perfect pussy lips.

“Woah, mom, check these out! This would look great on you!” You chirped, pointing to one of the bigger, softer butts on display. I nodded weakly. The salesgirl continued, not noticing—or caring about—my discomfort, focused entirely on you.  “Any of these asses or pussies can be installed in just an afternoon, of course. And they’re all fully customizable. Not only are the grip strength, elasticity, depth, and virtually every other feature fully customizable, our entire suite of mods can be installed in any of them.” I rolled my eyes as she rattled off a list of just a few of the many mods—all of them designed for \\\\\\\*your\\\\\\\* pleasure, of course. Never mine. “Internal auto-fellating cervix, cyber-stroker units, lube injector…” I tried not to listen, just desperate for this latest trip to be over. 

It had become all too common, coming to “pick out new mods for me”— ever since you made all that money on one of those “crypto coins,” or whatever they’re called. Sure, I had pooh-poohed your “investment,” told you to go to college or to get a job… but then it had paid off. And in a huge way. Now, no matter how many times I told you I liked my body how it was… you never listened. 

“Hmmmm, I’m not sure….” You said, breaking me out of my daydream as you stroked your chin thoughtfully. “Is there any way I can… try one out?”  “Of course you can!” She said with a cheery expression. “All of our display models are ready for customer use at any time.” To punctuate her point, she slapped a particularly fat booty in front of her, sending the syn-flesh rippling and wobbling just like the real thing.   “And \\\\\\\*all\\\\\\\* of the floor models are equipped with our latest self-cleaning mods, so don’t worry about making a mess,”  she said, a smirk crossing her face.

You smirked a little. “Oh, I meant… I was thinking of a slightly more… realistic demo for me and my mom here.” You said with a pointed nod, staring her body up and down.  The salesgirl beamed. “Why of course, sir! Right this way!” She turned on a heeled foot and led us to one of the specially designed testing frames, a monstrosity of white metal and pads. In a flash, she clambered up into the frame, sliding her feet into the stirrups. Her shins, thighs, and chest wrested on the form-fitting white pads. One hand and grabbed hold of a grip in front of her, while the other reached for the conspicuous zipper on the back of her uniform. With a single tug, her painted-on pants split down the middle, and more ass than I had ever seen FLOUNCED into the cool air of the store. I couldn’t help but admire it—her butt truly was incredible. 

“Oh and, like I said… \\\\\\\*all\\\\\\\* of the floor models are self cleaning, so, you know…” She trailed off with a wink and swayed her prodigious rear from side to side, the gentle motion sending rippling waves through her soft cheeks.  I turned red with shame.  You stared greedily at the gently wobbling ass in front of you, fumbling at your crotch, until you finally managed to tug your zipper down. As you reached elbow-deep into your baggy pants, I couldn’t help but gasp a little as my breath caught in my throat. No matter how many times I saw it, I was never ready for it.  

Out of your pants flopped what was almost a \\\\\\\*parody\\\\\\\* of a penis. Truly gargantuan, extending well below your knees, ribbed with fleshy rings—designed to give her maximum pleasure, as the advertisement went—and crowned with a fat, apple-sized head that constantly leaked slippery, gloopy precum. Even in its semi-tumnescent state, your hand didn't come close to wrapping around the root of your massive fuckpole. Your huge, softball-sized nuts hung over the edge of the frame, resting on the pads. I looked away as you stroked yourself to full hardness nearly instantly—another of your latest mods—and slipped inside the salesgirl with little resistance. “Oh my god, your cock feels so good, I’m gonna cum instantly!” I rolled my eyes, sure this was just part of her training. Of course it behooved the clinic to make you feel like a big, strong, hyper-virile ultra-stud. To keep you coming back for more treatments. More mods. More torture for me.. 

I shuddered a little at the thought of you modding your cock even further—at least we were here for me this time.  \\\\\\\*NGHHH!\\\\\\\* You grunted between thrusts. “Get those fuckin’ tits out, slut!”  “Oh, of course sir!” The salesgirl said with a smile, reaching for the zipper on her top. As I desperately tried to avoid watching you pound out the salesgirl, sweat, girlcum, my eyes roamed to the male half of the ModShop’s display floor. I shuddered again at the immense array of cocks on display. Everything the fucked-up male mind could imagine was represented, standing on matching gleaming display stands. The “LEVIATHAN 4K,” a studded, hole-ruining battering ram of a cock even bigger than yours; the “PENETRATOR 2000X,” an elegant, streamlined cock that promised “her pleasure with maximum ease thanks to its built in autofucking capabilities”; the “GUTBUSTER 2.0”, which looked to easily be over four feet long, and promised “prehensile hole exploration”; a suspiciously equine-shaped unit with a flared head and a sheath… I cringed at the possibilities. Your last mod had had me bowlegged and leaking hyper-enhanced super-sperm for a month. I couldn’t take another round—more features, bigger sizes—

“NNNNNNGHHHH TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD YOU WHORE!” Your bellowing, roaring orgasm snapped me back to reality, as a deluge of cum and girl cream poured out of the salesgirl and onto the floor with loud, wet \\\\\\\*splorts\\\\\\\*. Disgusting. She lay panting and shivering in an orgasm-induced haze, while you seemed none the worse for wear.

“Fuck yeah, that hole was awesome! We’ll take one!” You chirped cheerfully. To my horror, you caught sight of my gaze. “Woah, mom, you looking at the cocks? You dirty little slut!” You said with glee. “I thought this”—you patted the base of your cock, still stuffed up the panting salesgirl’s cunt—“was enough for you! Guess I need an upgrade too!”

Oh fuck, was all I could think. Here we go again. 

\\\\\\\*\\\\\\\*\\\\\\\*

As you can see, I'm looking to play the sub in this dynamic, with you playing a guy or futa with near-unlimited funds and a burning desire to upgrade both of our bodies, whether I like it or not! 

It’s written with me as your mom, but I’m open to playing any role you think would be fun. Am I your wife? Your mother? A coworker? How did this happen? Why did you go from loving son or husband to gross, hyper-cocked, body-modded sex-obsessed freak? What kind of strange power compels me to stay?

Kinks: huge cocks (up to 3-4’ max), domination, NEETs, cucking, huge tits and asses, unusual cocks, multicocks, bimbos, slutty outfits, latex, onomatopoeia, cheating, size queens, bbws, thicc women, enormous balls, huge cumshots, latex, noncon, dub con, 18+, skinny bodies with huge cocks, body modification, free use,

Limits: blood, scat, gross smells, anything under 18, bad endings, extreme violence

“And \*this\* is the latest product line!”  I cringed as the salesgirl walked us past row after gleaming row of what looked like oiled-up disembodied syn-flesh asses and cyber-pussy units—an entire vat-grown, cyber-modded cunt-tunnel. Each was mounted on a shiny white pillar, right at crotch-height. The bright lights and stark white, modernist decor of the ModShop made it seem like some kind of bizarre, fucked-up Apple Store.  

The salesgirl herself was a walking advertisement for the ModShop’s products— a perfectly sculpted, cute face smiled above impossibly buxom, her huge heavy-looking tits straining against the painted-on white latex of her too-tight top. Below her waspish waist was one of the largest asses I had ever seen, a truly gargantuan wobbling, swaying rump of assmeat that bounced and jiggled with every step. Her pants matched her top—a skin-tight white latex that left not even the curves of her plump pussy to the imagination, utterly shiny and unadorned except for a large silver zipper that ran from the back waistband, down her asscrack and up her pussy to her front waistband, serving only to highlight those truly enormous asscheeks and define those plump, perfect pussy lips.

“Woah, mom, check these out! This would look great on you!” You chirped, pointing to one of the bigger, softer butts on display. I nodded weakly. The salesgirl continued, not noticing—or caring about—my discomfort, focused entirely on you.  “Any of these asses or pussies can be installed in just an afternoon, of course. And they’re all fully customizable. Not only are the grip strength, elasticity, depth, and virtually every other feature fully customizable, our entire suite of mods can be installed in any of them.” I rolled my eyes as she rattled off a list of just a few of the many mods—all of them designed for \*your\* pleasure, of course. Never mine. “Internal auto-fellating cervix, cyber-stroker units, lube injector…” I tried not to listen, just desperate for this latest trip to be over. 

It had become all too common, coming to “pick out new mods for me”— ever since you made all that money on one of those “crypto coins,” or whatever they’re called. Sure, I had pooh-poohed your “investment,” told you to go to college or to get a job… but then it had paid off. And in a huge way. Now, no matter how many times I told you I liked my body how it was… you never listened. 

“Hmmmm, I’m not sure….” You said, breaking me out of my daydream as you stroked your chin thoughtfully. “Is there any way I can… try one out?”  “Of course you can!” She said with a cheery expression. “All of our display models are ready for customer use at any time.” To punctuate her point, she slapped a particularly fat booty in front of her, sending the syn-flesh rippling and wobbling just like the real thing.   “And \*all\* of the floor models are equipped with our latest self-cleaning mods, so don’t worry about making a mess,”  she said, a smirk crossing her face.

You smirked a little. “Oh, I meant… I was thinking of a slightly more… realistic demo for me and my mom here.” You said with a pointed nod, staring her body up and down.  The salesgirl beamed. “Why of course, sir! Right this way!” She turned on a heeled foot and led us to one of the specially designed testing frames, a monstrosity of white metal and pads. In a flash, she clambered up into the frame, sliding her feet into the stirrups. Her shins, thighs, and chest wrested on the form-fitting white pads. One hand and grabbed hold of a grip in front of her, while the other reached for the conspicuous zipper on the back of her uniform. With a single tug, her painted-on pants split down the middle, and more ass than I had ever seen FLOUNCED into the cool air of the store. I couldn’t help but admire it—her butt truly was incredible. 

“Oh and, like I said… \*all\* of the floor models are self cleaning, so, you know…” She trailed off with a wink and swayed her prodigious rear from side to side, the gentle motion sending rippling waves through her soft cheeks.  I turned red with shame.  You stared greedily at the gently wobbling ass in front of you, fumbling at your crotch, until you finally managed to tug your zipper down. As you reached elbow-deep into your baggy pants, I couldn’t help but gasp a little as my breath caught in my throat. No matter how many times I saw it, I was never ready for it.  

Out of your pants flopped what was almost a \*parody\* of a penis. Truly gargantuan, extending well below your knees, ribbed with fleshy rings—designed to give her maximum pleasure, as the advertisement went—and crowned with a fat, apple-sized head that constantly leaked slippery, gloopy precum. Even in its semi-tumnescent state, your hand didn't come close to wrapping around the root of your massive fuckpole. Your huge, softball-sized nuts hung over the edge of the frame, resting on the pads. I looked away as you stroked yourself to full hardness nearly instantly—another of your latest mods—and slipped inside the salesgirl with little resistance. “Oh my god, your cock feels so good, I’m gonna cum instantly!” I rolled my eyes, sure this was just part of her training. Of course it behooved the clinic to make you feel like a big, strong, hyper-virile ultra-stud. To keep you coming back for more treatments. More mods. More torture for me.. 

I shuddered a little at the thought of you modding your cock even further—at least we were here for me this time.  \*NGHHH!\* You grunted between thrusts. “Get those fuckin’ tits out, slut!”  “Oh, of course sir!” The salesgirl said with a smile, reaching for the zipper on her top. As I desperately tried to avoid watching you pound out the salesgirl, sweat, girlcum, my eyes roamed to the male half of the ModShop’s display floor. I shuddered again at the immense array of cocks on display. Everything the fucked-up male mind could imagine was represented, standing on matching gleaming display stands. The “LEVIATHAN 4K,” a studded, hole-ruining battering ram of a cock even bigger than yours; the “PENETRATOR 2000X,” an elegant, streamlined cock that promised “her pleasure with maximum ease thanks to its built in autofucking capabilities”; the “GUTBUSTER 2.0”, which looked to easily be over four feet long, and promised “prehensile hole exploration”; a suspiciously equine-shaped unit with a flared head and a sheath… I cringed at the possibilities. Your last mod had had me bowlegged and leaking hyper-enhanced super-sperm for a month. I couldn’t take another round—more features, bigger sizes—

“NNNNNNGHHHH TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD YOU WHORE!” Your bellowing, roaring orgasm snapped me back to reality, as a deluge of cum and girl cream poured out of the salesgirl and onto the floor with loud, wet \*splorts\*. Disgusting. She lay panting and shivering in an orgasm-induced haze, while you seemed none the worse for wear.

“Fuck yeah, that hole was awesome! We’ll take one!” You chirped cheerfully. To my horror, you caught sight of my gaze. “Woah, mom, you looking at the cocks? You dirty little slut!” You said with glee. “I thought this”—you patted the base of your cock, still stuffed up the panting salesgirl’s cunt—“was enough for you! Guess I need an upgrade too!”

Oh fuck, was all I could think. Here we go again. 

\*\*\*

As you can see, I'm looking to play the sub in this dynamic, with you playing a guy or futa with near-unlimited funds and a burning desire to upgrade both of our bodies, whether I like it or not! 

It’s written with me as your mom, but I’m open to playing any role you think would be fun. Am I your wife? Your mother? A coworker? How did this happen? Why did you go from loving son or husband to gross, hyper-cocked, body-modded sex-obsessed freak? What kind of strange power compels me to stay?

Kinks: huge cocks (up to 3-4’ max), domination, NEETs, cucking, huge tits and asses, unusual cocks, multicocks, bimbos, slutty outfits, latex, onomatopoeia, cheating, size queens, bbws, thicc women, enormous balls, huge cumshots, latex, noncon, dub con, 18+, skinny bodies with huge cocks, body modification, free use,

Limits: blood, scat, gross smells, anything under 18, bad endings, extreme violence

“And \*this\* is the latest product line!”  I cringed as the salesgirl walked us past row after gleaming row of what looked like oiled-up disembodied syn-flesh asses and cyber-pussy units—an entire vat-grown, cyber-modded cunt-tunnel. Each was mounted on a shiny white pillar, right at crotch-height. The bright lights and stark white, modernist decor of the ModShop made it seem like some kind of bizarre, fucked-up Apple Store.  

The salesgirl herself was a walking advertisement for the ModShop’s products— a perfectly sculpted, cute face smiled above impossibly buxom, her huge heavy-looking tits straining against the painted-on white latex of her too-tight top. Below her waspish waist was one of the largest asses I had ever seen, a truly gargantuan wobbling, swaying rump of assmeat that bounced and jiggled with every step. Her pants matched her top—a skin-tight white latex that left not even the curves of her plump pussy to the imagination, utterly shiny and unadorned except for a large silver zipper that ran from the back waistband, down her asscrack and up her pussy to her front waistband, serving only to highlight those truly enormous asscheeks and define those plump, perfect pussy lips.

“Woah, mom, check these out! This would look great on you!” You chirped, pointing to one of the bigger, softer butts on display. I nodded weakly. The salesgirl continued, not noticing—or caring about—my discomfort, focused entirely on you.  “Any of these asses or pussies can be installed in just an afternoon, of course. And they’re all fully customizable. Not only are the grip strength, elasticity, depth, and virtually every other feature fully customizable, our entire suite of mods can be installed in any of them.” I rolled my eyes as she rattled off a list of just a few of the many mods—all of them designed for \*your\* pleasure, of course. Never mine. “Internal auto-fellating cervix, cyber-stroker units, lube injector…” I tried not to listen, just desperate for this latest trip to be over. 

It had become all too common, coming to “pick out new mods for me”— ever since you made all that money on one of those “crypto coins,” or whatever they’re called. Sure, I had pooh-poohed your “investment,” told you to go to college or to get a job… but then it had paid off. And in a huge way. Now, no matter how many times I told you I liked my body how it was… you never listened. 

“Hmmmm, I’m not sure….” You said, breaking me out of my daydream as you stroked your chin thoughtfully. “Is there any way I can… try one out?”  “Of course you can!” She said with a cheery expression. “All of our display models are ready for customer use at any time.” To punctuate her point, she slapped a particularly fat booty in front of her, sending the syn-flesh rippling and wobbling just like the real thing.   “And \*all\* of the floor models are equipped with our latest self-cleaning mods, so don’t worry about making a mess,”  she said, a smirk crossing her face.

You smirked a little. “Oh, I meant… I was thinking of a slightly more… realistic demo for me and my mom here.” You said with a pointed nod, staring her body up and down.  The salesgirl beamed. “Why of course, sir! Right this way!” She turned on a heeled foot and led us to one of the specially designed testing frames, a monstrosity of white metal and pads. In a flash, she clambered up into the frame, sliding her feet into the stirrups. Her shins, thighs, and chest wrested on the form-fitting white pads. One hand and grabbed hold of a grip in front of her, while the other reached for the conspicuous zipper on the back of her uniform. With a single tug, her painted-on pants split down the middle, and more ass than I had ever seen FLOUNCED into the cool air of the store. I couldn’t help but admire it—her butt truly was incredible. 

“Oh and, like I said… \*all\* of the floor models are self cleaning, so, you know…” She trailed off with a wink and swayed her prodigious rear from side to side, the gentle motion sending rippling waves through her soft cheeks.  I turned red with shame.  You stared greedily at the gently wobbling ass in front of you, fumbling at your crotch, until you finally managed to tug your zipper down. As you reached elbow-deep into your baggy pants, I couldn’t help but gasp a little as my breath caught in my throat. No matter how many times I saw it, I was never ready for it.  

Out of your pants flopped what was almost a \*parody\* of a penis. Truly gargantuan, extending well below your knees, ribbed with fleshy rings—designed to give her maximum pleasure, as the advertisement went—and crowned with a fat, apple-sized head that constantly leaked slippery, gloopy precum. Even in its semi-tumnescent state, your hand didn't come close to wrapping around the root of your massive fuckpole. Your huge, softball-sized nuts hung over the edge of the frame, resting on the pads. I looked away as you stroked yourself to full hardness nearly instantly—another of your latest mods—and slipped inside the salesgirl with little resistance. “Oh my god, your cock feels so good, I’m gonna cum instantly!” I rolled my eyes, sure this was just part of her training. Of course it behooved the clinic to make you feel like a big, strong, hyper-virile ultra-stud. To keep you coming back for more treatments. More mods. More torture for me.. 

I shuddered a little at the thought of you modding your cock even further—at least we were here for me this time.  \*NGHHH!\* You grunted between thrusts. “Get those fuckin’ tits out, slut!”  “Oh, of course sir!” The salesgirl said with a smile, reaching for the zipper on her top. As I desperately tried to avoid watching you pound out the salesgirl, sweat, girlcum, my eyes roamed to the male half of the ModShop’s display floor. I shuddered again at the immense array of cocks on display. Everything the fucked-up male mind could imagine was represented, standing on matching gleaming display stands. The “LEVIATHAN 4K,” a studded, hole-ruining battering ram of a cock even bigger than yours; the “PENETRATOR 2000X,” an elegant, streamlined cock that promised “her pleasure with maximum ease thanks to its built in autofucking capabilities”; the “GUTBUSTER 2.0”, which looked to easily be over four feet long, and promised “prehensile hole exploration”; a suspiciously equine-shaped unit with a flared head and a sheath… I cringed at the possibilities. Your last mod had had me bowlegged and leaking hyper-enhanced super-sperm for a month. I couldn’t take another round—more features, bigger sizes—

“NNNNNNGHHHH TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD YOU WHORE!” Your bellowing, roaring orgasm snapped me back to reality, as a deluge of cum and girl cream poured out of the salesgirl and onto the floor with loud, wet \*splorts\*. Disgusting. She lay panting and shivering in an orgasm-induced haze, while you seemed none the worse for wear.

“Fuck yeah, that hole was awesome! We’ll take one!” You chirped cheerfully. To my horror, you caught sight of my gaze. “Woah, mom, you looking at the cocks? You dirty little slut!” You said with glee. “I thought this”—you patted the base of your cock, still stuffed up the panting salesgirl’s cunt—“was enough for you! Guess I need an upgrade too!”

Oh fuck, was all I could think. Here we go again. 

\*\*\*

As you can see, I'm looking to play the sub in this dynamic, with you playing a guy or futa with near-unlimited funds and a burning desire to upgrade both of our bodies, whether I like it or not! 

It’s written with me as your mom, but I’m open to playing any role you think would be fun. Am I your wife? Your mother? A coworker? How did this happen? Why did you go from loving son or husband to gross, hyper-cocked, body-modded sex-obsessed freak? What kind of strange power compels me to stay?

Kinks: huge cocks (up to 3-4’ max), domination, NEETs, cucking, huge tits and asses, unusual cocks, multicocks, bimbos, slutty outfits, latex, onomatopoeia, cheating, size queens, bbws, thicc women, enormous balls, huge cumshots, latex, noncon, dub con, 18+, skinny bodies with huge cocks, body modification, free use,

Limits: blood, scat, gross smells, anything under 18, bad endings, extreme violence

“And \*this\* is the latest product line!”  I cringed as the salesgirl walked us past row after gleaming row of what looked like oiled-up disembodied syn-flesh asses and cyber-pussy units—an entire vat-grown, cyber-modded cunt-tunnel. Each was mounted on a shiny white pillar, right at crotch-height. The bright lights and stark white, modernist decor of the ModShop made it seem like some kind of bizarre, fucked-up Apple Store.  

The salesgirl herself was a walking advertisement for the ModShop’s products— a perfectly sculpted, cute face smiled above impossibly buxom, her huge heavy-looking tits straining against the painted-on white latex of her too-tight top. Below her waspish waist was one of the largest asses I had ever seen, a truly gargantuan wobbling, swaying rump of assmeat that bounced and jiggled with every step. Her pants matched her top—a skin-tight white latex that left not even the curves of her plump pussy to the imagination, utterly shiny and unadorned except for a large silver zipper that ran from the back waistband, down her asscrack and up her pussy to her front waistband, serving only to highlight those truly enormous asscheeks and define those plump, perfect pussy lips.

“Woah, mom, check these out! This would look great on you!” You chirped, pointing to one of the bigger, softer butts on display. I nodded weakly. The salesgirl continued, not noticing—or caring about—my discomfort, focused entirely on you.  “Any of these asses or pussies can be installed in just an afternoon, of course. And they’re all fully customizable. Not only are the grip strength, elasticity, depth, and virtually every other feature fully customizable, our entire suite of mods can be installed in any of them.” I rolled my eyes as she rattled off a list of just a few of the many mods—all of them designed for \*your\* pleasure, of course. Never mine. “Internal auto-fellating cervix, cyber-stroker units, lube injector…” I tried not to listen, just desperate for this latest trip to be over. 

It had become all too common, coming to “pick out new mods for me”— ever since you made all that money on one of those “crypto coins,” or whatever they’re called. Sure, I had pooh-poohed your “investment,” told you to go to college or to get a job… but then it had paid off. And in a huge way. Now, no matter how many times I told you I liked my body how it was… you never listened. 

“Hmmmm, I’m not sure….” You said, breaking me out of my daydream as you stroked your chin thoughtfully. “Is there any way I can… try one out?”  “Of course you can!” She said with a cheery expression. “All of our display models are ready for customer use at any time.” To punctuate her point, she slapped a particularly fat booty in front of her, sending the syn-flesh rippling and wobbling just like the real thing.   “And \*all\* of the floor models are equipped with our latest self-cleaning mods, so don’t worry about making a mess,”  she said, a smirk crossing her face.

You smirked a little. “Oh, I meant… I was thinking of a slightly more… realistic demo for me and my mom here.” You said with a pointed nod, staring her body up and down.  The salesgirl beamed. “Why of course, sir! Right this way!” She turned on a heeled foot and led us to one of the specially designed testing frames, a monstrosity of white metal and pads. In a flash, she clambered up into the frame, sliding her feet into the stirrups. Her shins, thighs, and chest wrested on the form-fitting white pads. One hand and grabbed hold of a grip in front of her, while the other reached for the conspicuous zipper on the back of her uniform. With a single tug, her painted-on pants split down the middle, and more ass than I had ever seen FLOUNCED into the cool air of the store. I couldn’t help but admire it—her butt truly was incredible. 

“Oh and, like I said… \*all\* of the floor models are self cleaning, so, you know…” She trailed off with a wink and swayed her prodigious rear from side to side, the gentle motion sending rippling waves through her soft cheeks.  I turned red with shame.  You stared greedily at the gently wobbling ass in front of you, fumbling at your crotch, until you finally managed to tug your zipper down. As you reached elbow-deep into your baggy pants, I couldn’t help but gasp a little as my breath caught in my throat. No matter how many times I saw it, I was never ready for it.  

Out of your pants flopped what was almost a \*parody\* of a penis. Truly gargantuan, extending well below your knees, ribbed with fleshy rings—designed to give her maximum pleasure, as the advertisement went—and crowned with a fat, apple-sized head that constantly leaked slippery, gloopy precum. Even in its semi-tumnescent state, your hand didn't come close to wrapping around the root of your massive fuckpole. Your huge, softball-sized nuts hung over the edge of the frame, resting on the pads. I looked away as you stroked yourself to full hardness nearly instantly—another of your latest mods—and slipped inside the salesgirl with little resistance. “Oh my god, your cock feels so good, I’m gonna cum instantly!” I rolled my eyes, sure this was just part of her training. Of course it behooved the clinic to make you feel like a big, strong, hyper-virile ultra-stud. To keep you coming back for more treatments. More mods. More torture for me.. 

I shuddered a little at the thought of you modding your cock even further—at least we were here for me this time.  \*NGHHH!\* You grunted between thrusts. “Get those fuckin’ tits out, slut!”  “Oh, of course sir!” The salesgirl said with a smile, reaching for the zipper on her top. As I desperately tried to avoid watching you pound out the salesgirl, sweat, girlcum, my eyes roamed to the male half of the ModShop’s display floor. I shuddered again at the immense array of cocks on display. Everything the fucked-up male mind could imagine was represented, standing on matching gleaming display stands. The “LEVIATHAN 4K,” a studded, hole-ruining battering ram of a cock even bigger than yours; the “PENETRATOR 2000X,” an elegant, streamlined cock that promised “her pleasure with maximum ease thanks to its built in autofucking capabilities”; the “GUTBUSTER 2.0”, which looked to easily be over four feet long, and promised “prehensile hole exploration”; a suspiciously equine-shaped unit with a flared head and a sheath… I cringed at the possibilities. Your last mod had had me bowlegged and leaking hyper-enhanced super-sperm for a month. I couldn’t take another round—more features, bigger sizes—

“NNNNNNGHHHH TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD YOU WHORE!” Your bellowing, roaring orgasm snapped me back to reality, as a deluge of cum and girl cream poured out of the salesgirl and onto the floor with loud, wet \*splorts\*. Disgusting. She lay panting and shivering in an orgasm-induced haze, while you seemed none the worse for wear.

“Fuck yeah, that hole was awesome! We’ll take one!” You chirped cheerfully. To my horror, you caught sight of my gaze. “Woah, mom, you looking at the cocks? You dirty little slut!” You said with glee. “I thought this”—you patted the base of your cock, still stuffed up the panting salesgirl’s cunt—“was enough for you! Guess I need an upgrade too!”

Oh fuck, was all I could think. Here we go again. 

\*\*\*

As you can see, I'm looking to play the sub in this dynamic, with you playing a guy or futa with near-unlimited funds and a burning desire to upgrade both of our bodies, whether I like it or not! 

It’s written with me as your mom, but I’m open to playing any role you think would be fun. Am I your wife? Your mother? A coworker? How did this happen? Why did you go from loving son or husband to gross, hyper-cocked, body-modded sex-obsessed freak? What kind of strange power compels me to stay?

Kinks: huge cocks (up to 3-4’ max), domination, NEETs, cucking, huge tits and asses, unusual cocks, multicocks, bimbos, slutty outfits, latex, onomatopoeia, cheating, size queens, bbws, thicc women, enormous balls, huge cumshots, latex, noncon, dub con, 18+, skinny bodies with huge cocks, body modification, free use,

Limits: blood, scat, gross smells, anything under 18, bad endings, extreme violence

“And \*this\* is the latest product line!”  I cringed as the salesgirl walked us past row after gleaming row of what looked like oiled-up disembodied syn-flesh asses and cyber-pussy units—an entire vat-grown, cyber-modded cunt-tunnel. Each was mounted on a shiny white pillar, right at crotch-height. The bright lights and stark white, modernist decor of the ModShop made it seem like some kind of bizarre, fucked-up Apple Store.  

The salesgirl herself was a walking advertisement for the ModShop’s products— a perfectly sculpted, cute face smiled above impossibly buxom, her huge heavy-looking tits straining against the painted-on white latex of her too-tight top. Below her waspish waist was one of the largest asses I had ever seen, a truly gargantuan wobbling, swaying rump of assmeat that bounced and jiggled with every step. Her pants matched her top—a skin-tight white latex that left not even the curves of her plump pussy to the imagination, utterly shiny and unadorned except for a large silver zipper that ran from the back waistband, down her asscrack and up her pussy to her front waistband, serving only to highlight those truly enormous asscheeks and define those plump, perfect pussy lips.

“Woah, mom, check these out! This would look great on you!” You chirped, pointing to one of the bigger, softer butts on display. I nodded weakly. The salesgirl continued, not noticing—or caring about—my discomfort, focused entirely on you.  “Any of these asses or pussies can be installed in just an afternoon, of course. And they’re all fully customizable. Not only are the grip strength, elasticity, depth, and virtually every other feature fully customizable, our entire suite of mods can be installed in any of them.” I rolled my eyes as she rattled off a list of just a few of the many mods—all of them designed for \*your\* pleasure, of course. Never mine. “Internal auto-fellating cervix, cyber-stroker units, lube injector…” I tried not to listen, just desperate for this latest trip to be over. 

It had become all too common, coming to “pick out new mods for me”— ever since you made all that money on one of those “crypto coins,” or whatever they’re called. Sure, I had pooh-poohed your “investment,” told you to go to college or to get a job… but then it had paid off. And in a huge way. Now, no matter how many times I told you I liked my body how it was… you never listened. 

“Hmmmm, I’m not sure….” You said, breaking me out of my daydream as you stroked your chin thoughtfully. “Is there any way I can… try one out?”  “Of course you can!” She said with a cheery expression. “All of our display models are ready for customer use at any time.” To punctuate her point, she slapped a particularly fat booty in front of her, sending the syn-flesh rippling and wobbling just like the real thing.   “And \*all\* of the floor models are equipped with our latest self-cleaning mods, so don’t worry about making a mess,”  she said, a smirk crossing her face.

You smirked a little. “Oh, I meant… I was thinking of a slightly more… realistic demo for me and my mom here.” You said with a pointed nod, staring her body up and down.  The salesgirl beamed. “Why of course, sir! Right this way!” She turned on a heeled foot and led us to one of the specially designed testing frames, a monstrosity of white metal and pads. In a flash, she clambered up into the frame, sliding her feet into the stirrups. Her shins, thighs, and chest wrested on the form-fitting white pads. One hand and grabbed hold of a grip in front of her, while the other reached for the conspicuous zipper on the back of her uniform. With a single tug, her painted-on pants split down the middle, and more ass than I had ever seen FLOUNCED into the cool air of the store. I couldn’t help but admire it—her butt truly was incredible. 

“Oh and, like I said… \*all\* of the floor models are self cleaning, so, you know…” She trailed off with a wink and swayed her prodigious rear from side to side, the gentle motion sending rippling waves through her soft cheeks.  I turned red with shame.  You stared greedily at the gently wobbling ass in front of you, fumbling at your crotch, until you finally managed to tug your zipper down. As you reached elbow-deep into your baggy pants, I couldn’t help but gasp a little as my breath caught in my throat. No matter how many times I saw it, I was never ready for it.  

Out of your pants flopped what was almost a \*parody\* of a penis. Truly gargantuan, extending well below your knees, ribbed with fleshy rings—designed to give her maximum pleasure, as the advertisement went—and crowned with a fat, apple-sized head that constantly leaked slippery, gloopy precum. Even in its semi-tumnescent state, your hand didn't come close to wrapping around the root of your massive fuckpole. Your huge, softball-sized nuts hung over the edge of the frame, resting on the pads. I looked away as you stroked yourself to full hardness nearly instantly—another of your latest mods—and slipped inside the salesgirl with little resistance. “Oh my god, your cock feels so good, I’m gonna cum instantly!” I rolled my eyes, sure this was just part of her training. Of course it behooved the clinic to make you feel like a big, strong, hyper-virile ultra-stud. To keep you coming back for more treatments. More mods. More torture for me.. 

I shuddered a little at the thought of you modding your cock even further—at least we were here for me this time.  \*NGHHH!\* You grunted between thrusts. “Get those fuckin’ tits out, slut!”  “Oh, of course sir!” The salesgirl said with a smile, reaching for the zipper on her top. As I desperately tried to avoid watching you pound out the salesgirl, sweat, girlcum, my eyes roamed to the male half of the ModShop’s display floor. I shuddered again at the immense array of cocks on display. Everything the fucked-up male mind could imagine was represented, standing on matching gleaming display stands. The “LEVIATHAN 4K,” a studded, hole-ruining battering ram of a cock even bigger than yours; the “PENETRATOR 2000X,” an elegant, streamlined cock that promised “her pleasure with maximum ease thanks to its built in autofucking capabilities”; the “GUTBUSTER 2.0”, which looked to easily be over four feet long, and promised “prehensile hole exploration”; a suspiciously equine-shaped unit with a flared head and a sheath… I cringed at the possibilities. Your last mod had had me bowlegged and leaking hyper-enhanced super-sperm for a month. I couldn’t take another round—more features, bigger sizes—

“NNNNNNGHHHH TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD YOU WHORE!” Your bellowing, roaring orgasm snapped me back to reality, as a deluge of cum and girl cream poured out of the salesgirl and onto the floor with loud, wet \*splorts\*. Disgusting. She lay panting and shivering in an orgasm-induced haze, while you seemed none the worse for wear.

“Fuck yeah, that hole was awesome! We’ll take one!” You chirped cheerfully. To my horror, you caught sight of my gaze. “Woah, mom, you looking at the cocks? You dirty little slut!” You said with glee. “I thought this”—you patted the base of your cock, still stuffed up the panting salesgirl’s cunt—“was enough for you! Guess I need an upgrade too!”

Oh fuck, was all I could think. Here we go again. 

\*\*\*

As you can see, I'm looking to play the sub in this dynamic, with you playing a guy or futa with near-unlimited funds and a burning desire to upgrade both of our bodies, whether I like it or not! 

It’s written with me as your mom, but I’m open to playing any role you think would be fun. Am I your wife? Your mother? A coworker? How did this happen? Why did you go from loving son or husband to gross, hyper-cocked, body-modded sex-obsessed freak? What kind of strange power compels me to stay?

Kinks: huge cocks (up to 3-4’ max), domination, NEETs, cucking, huge tits and asses, unusual cocks, multicocks, bimbos, slutty outfits, latex, onomatopoeia, cheating, size queens, bbws, thicc women, enormous balls, huge cumshots, latex, noncon, dub con, 18+, skinny bodies with huge cocks, body modification, free use,

Limits: blood, scat, gross smells, anything under 18, bad endings, extreme violence