(This story is part of a series intended to be a collection involving body modification and a community that is obsessed with these modifications. These stories will be anything from one off's to multi chapter tales all revolving around Mod City, it's denizens, and the body modification community.)
Another day another dollar, at least that's what Adam told everyone he said 'hello' to on his way into work. His building was a drab looking tan painted concrete box with very few windows, barely any ventilation, and only the legally required amount of exits, most of them emergency exits.
BioEx, the premier body modification company in the world, had a dozen warehouses around the country and every one of them shipped Mods to the one Adam worked in. Most of the mods were simple mass consumer models, clearer skin, automatic tanning, even simple and small grade genital augmentations. These were shipped to customers all over the country.
His warehouse also stocked the serious stuff, the things that were illegal in most of the world, the mods you couldn't get anywhere other than Mod City itself. With some of these a person could change everything about themselves. Entirely remake your body, height, weight, muscle mass, skin color, every type and size of genital mods including the biggest breast, ass, dick, and ball mods, even your gender could be changeable with a few minutes to yourself.
You could also change your personality, men and women made themselves more aggressive, dominant, or submissive, behavioral mods would let a husband or wife have their spouse do something, anything, with a triggering command word, action, sound, or even smell. You could even mod yourself to act like any number of animals. Some mods gave you addictions, like a wife becoming addicted to her husbands cum or he'd become addicted to how she smelled. It could get crazy keeping track of it all.
The folks in Mod City liked to indulge in the extreme and the sexual, a lot. Over the last year Adam had become numb to it. Yes he could dream of using any one of these to make himself better, hotter, but he wasn't that lucky. Mods cost money and he barely had enough to pay his bills. He wasn't entirely un modded though. He'd been able to put a few basic mods on his employee payment plan, a basic strength mod to make work easier, a simple stamina mod so he wouldn't be too tired or sore after work, and the Big Daddy, a mod that turned his paltry five inch dick into a solid thick ten inch pussy pleaser.
He had dreamed about a few more, more muscular body, the Player perhaps, or the Stud, he could always dream about the Adonis, six and a half feet tall with a defined muscular physique bodybuilders would kill for. He had a list that got longer every time he saw a commercial or looked at the catalog, he just had no hope of affording any of them, a guy could dream.
Adam was 5'11" and looked fairly fit for a guy entering his 40's. He had bit of muscle on him from the more physical jobs he'd had, also helped to keep the fat down, his Mod's did their part in keeping his figure. He had some body hair, arms, legs, and chest, He shaved his head years ago, not wanting to confront the bald spot he was going to have thanks to his genetics, he could've modded his hair but decided he liked his head shaved.
Adam passed a dozen men and women leaving the building at shift change, every one of them modded in some way. One guy had blue skin, another a tail. One woman had a third breast and a set of small horns popping out of her forehead. He himself stood out as an actual normal looking guy. Adam worked the night shift, one of only three people, and one of those was the security guard. He would've liked to work during the day with everyone but night shift paid more, not much but more was more. It was quiet at night, both a blessing and a curse.
Adam's job was to count inventory, make sure what they physically had matched the computer. Having it quiet at night helped but he really wished he had coworkers to chat with. It was lonely and he would've liked a few work friends. Other than the guard, the only other person on night shift was Becca.
Rebecca was loud enough for two, singing and dancing, taking phone calls with her cell phone on speaker, Adam would never understand that one, and always asking questions in the middle of him counting something. She'd always come up when his count was around a few hundred or so and, like some magical power, manage to break his concentration so he'd have to start over. For example he took three hours, with her interruptions, to count every one of the seven hundred and twenty three Equestrians, mods that would give a guy an eighteen inch long equine cock. He never added that one to his list.
Rebecca was annoying at times but nice enough and the two got along well together, it helped she was absolutely stunning to look at. She'd had a few mods before working for BioEx, and got more afterward. Apparently she used to work the day shift but had a bad breakup or seven, causing issues on day shift so they moved her to night. The late hours didn't seem to bother her or her party schedule.
Rebecca was in her twenties to Adam's 41. He was slightly jealous, she had her entire life to enjoy and he'd dug himself in a hole so deep he just wanted to pay his bills and maybe buy a new car, pre-owned but it would be new to him.
Rebecca was 5'4", a combination of fit and voluptuous. She had an hourglass figure, cantaloupe sized tits she refused to hide in defiance of corporate dress policy, a narrow waist and wide hips with ballooning ass cheeks in firm perfect spheres, Adam knew from her bragging she had Mods to enhance her figure. Her ass was her favorite feature, Adam freely admitted it was his too even though he was more of a tits guy, she'd often brag about how much better the Mods were then basic surgical implants to expand and lift it.
"It's the Brazilian AnlRidr, hottest Mod for dancers and up and coming pornstars." She told him a few weeks ago. She made a point to model it for him, going so far as to pull down her painted on, almost see through yoga pants. "Come on, slap it and give it a good squeeze, feel how firm it is!" She still had a thong on but Adam didn't want to grope the woman. She insisted, chasing him down as he tried to work, finally giving up after an hour.
Adam just didn't want trouble. He needed the job and the money. Tonight Adam just wanted a quiet shift, do his job and go home. He said goodbye to the last day shifters leaving the break room, gave a nod of recognition to the guard in his little cubicle, and went into the warehouse. Adam's area consisted of half the building, one half was for trucks going in and out, the other for storage. He grabbed his clipboard and a hand sized scanner and went to work. He almost didn't hear Rebecca bouncing up to him.
"Hi Adam." She was always so energetic.
"Hey Becca."
"I'm still mad at you for not grabbing my amazing ass."
"I believed you when you said how great it was."
"But you didn't slap it."
"That was a month ago, I'm sure you've found plenty of guys to slap your ass."
"Yep...and girls." She giggled. Adam turned to face her. Today she was in a black sleeveless top that was fighting for its life against her enhanced tits and yellow yoga pants that were so tight and thin they may as well have been sheer. Her wide hips begged to he grabbed and her thick thighs seem to scream 'Pull these apart and fuck me hard', Adam cleared his throat and looked away.
